#morta verba

[mortaverba]

140/365

The fire grows as the tree does. Both growing. Both feeding. Slow and fast. Both spread as far as they can. Neither chose to exist. They just do. Neither chooses what they feed on. They just do. They can’t exist without the other. They have known each other for all of time. When one ends the other follow. As all things do.

Memento Mori.

17/07/2026 (140/365)

[mortaverba]

139/365

cow bells are the first thing that came to mind and that's usually how I start these things if I don't have any other ideas. Cow bells. or is it Cowbells? I'm not going to look it up right now so I guess I'll just never know. Or rather I will know in like 10 minutes but for now I'm going to guess uhhhh two words cow bells. Hope I'm right. I wonder if they started out as literally bells worn on cows. I mean that would make sense right? Or maybe they were used around cows. To attract cows? Well okay not like that, attract like to call someone to come over. Maybe someone just thought it kinda sounded like a cow? I dunno. It's a pretty unique sound. Don't hate it necessarily but it can definitely get pretty old. Cowbell would be a pretty cute name for cute lil black and white dog. Or cat! Bell for short. Adorable.

Memento Mori.

16/07/2026 (139/365)

[mortaverba]

138/365

Ow too hot. Hot is needed for suns and vitamins and not dieing but also too hot. Too many hots. Less hots. Maybe just a sprinkle please. More water. Water from sky. Water from river. Water from everywhere. Maybe not from broken pipes. But all other water. Yes.

Memento Mori.

15/07/2026 (138/365)

[mortaverba]

137/365

greg the snail watches the sun set. The many dazzling colors paint the sky. A few trees dot the horizon, creating quite a lovely sight. The closer the sun gets to the far off mountain tops, the greater a contrast between the bright pinks and reds and the navy dark sky creeping in. Stars beginning to twinkle as the sun sinks lower and lower. greg always tries to make time to watch the setting. Each one unique, some more vibrant than other, some obscured by clouds, mostly ordinary and everyday. But always a delight.

Memento Mori.

14/07/2026 (137/365)

[mortaverba]

136/365

I've been thinking a lot about how much impact a single thing or act can have. A single apple doesn't do all that much, maybe a quick pick me up where having nothing would've sucked more but it won't fill a staring stomach. A single apple tree on the other hand could feed dozens of people of the course of its lifetime. Large electronics like vacuums and printers and (even still in today's day and age) computers can be out of reach for someone to have one of each in their personal lives. But a single available one to share for a community or group has the possibility to change someone's life. Maybe it gives them the opportunity to easily print their resume for a job fair, or a sense of dignity to have a freshly vacuumed home for guests. A used laptop someone gets for cheap is key to them being able to take an online certification and get a better job. A free legal help desk saves someone hours of stress and thousands of dollars. A free home clean can give someone a fresh start and a chance to improve their life that they desperately needed.

Thinking of things like that help ground me in the midst of incomprehensible numbers of death and trauma and suffering where how could one person save everyone. But one person can still do a lot. And even if you can only help one person. Even if that person is yourself. Its still worth trying. Trying again. and again. and again. Not constantly, we all need breaks. But when you can stand again, please. try again.

Memento Mori.

13/07/2026 (136/365)

[mortaverba]

135/365

When I went to go get groceries the other day, I passed what appeared to be a mother and her daughter. I had no other context beyond them walking together and holding hands, the woman appearing to be middle aged and the young girl couldn't have been older than 8. The woman was crouched down speaking to the young girl who looked somewhat unfocused. I looked away to check my grocery list and when I happened to look in their direction again, the woman was holding the young girl in her arms, hugging her tightly above the ground. Her face was unreadable, maybe concerned or stressed? Or maybe just tired? I couldn't see the young girl's face. Maybe they're going through a really rough patch. Maybe the girl stayed up late and they were both burned out. I don't know. I hope they're doing alright.

Memento Mori.

12/07/2026 (135/365)

[mortaverba]

134/365

A rainy summer day. A cooling breeze and and overcast sky. Drops falling on the pavement, filtered through the branches of trees and rolling off of waving leaves. Rivers flowing and creeks rising. A welcome change from the overbearing sun. A lovely day.

Memento Mori.

11/07/2026 (134/365)

[mortaverba]

133/365

Wow I thought yesterday was bad wow today was just wow. I did so many things and a few wild things did to me and just wow. I’m so drained I may just collapse by 9. I’m alive and in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t really anything crazy but wow so many out of the norm things (for me at least) happened today that I had absolutely no plan for. So this is the very late update. Still on the right day but wow. One of the many things that happened over the past 24 hours is that I somehow got a tiny tiny piece of glass stuck in my foot from my carpeted floor in my home where I have never broken a glass object before. So that’s a new fear unlocked. It was so small I couldn’t even see where it was but it hurt like a motherfucker (pardon my French but WTF how can something that small hurt so much). I had to go to the doctor to get their help to get it out because I couldn’t even put pressure on my foot anyway enough complaining. It’s out now (I THINK) and it’s not the end of the world. Just painful enough to be incredibly inconvenient and distracting but not like kill me or anything. I am home. I am fed. I am safe. It’s a good day.

Memento Mori.

10/07/2026 (133/365)