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Griswold Cain

@LostInLoria

Field notes, mushrooms, and a trove of untruths. Curious by nature, covered in moss by accident. I write things down before it’s impossible.

“We are the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves but we are also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.”


Not every charm is grand — some are damp, cracked, or quietly inconvenient. Here are 100 such oddities. griswoldcain.com/d100-mundane-m… #ttrpg #DnD


The feast is endless, the welcome sweet—yet every laugh ends at his feet. griswoldcain.com/the-fallow-fea…

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Maybe DNA is just the bootloader, the body the generator, and the soul pure signal—power or information using us as jars, while consciousness is only the interface to a transmission we can’t yet grasp.


The Myrroweave drapes the high canopy like frost spun into lace, faintly aglow as it ferries a quiet charge through its living threads. Now and then, a bird brushes it—sparking like tinder in the fog—and a dust of spores drifts down, as if the forest itself were exhaling secrets.

LostInLoria's tweet image. The Myrroweave drapes the high canopy like frost spun into lace, faintly aglow as it ferries a quiet charge through its living threads. Now and then, a bird brushes it—sparking like tinder in the fog—and a dust of spores drifts down, as if the forest itself were exhaling secrets.

Don’t trust a man who claims he’s above the mire. If he says he’s untouched, it only means he’s already sinking.


He signed his name Verax in the shadow of kings, Then showed us the mirror—and cut all the strings. Thank you @Snowden 🙏 🙏


Stones thrown at your house make fine steps to the roof. open.spotify.com/album/6wLwptHj…


Seems to me the most important thing today is the same as it ever was—whether you remember you’re alive or not. Whether you let the wind through your ribs and the light behind your eyes do its quiet work. That’s the whole show, really. Everything else is dressing.


Some songs don’t belong anywhere.. but that’s where they’re most at home. open.spotify.com/album/4fyceH5U…


A haunted hymn for those who’ve wandered too far into memory, where even the light feels like a lie. open.spotify.com/album/1LlJXq7K…


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