Regarding your pile of deadnames (which, btw, is super wholesome and I tear up every time you add one to your collection) I’m straight up imaging a pile of names in the style of school house rock where it’s just some big ass words in different fonts all stacked up.
Imagine the shattered glass remnants of hundreds of stained glass portraits of people, slowly over time the shards turn into a sort of multicolored sand, which mixes with other colors as the mushrooms feed upon it.
Now also imagine a compost pile.
















