iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

videos games :) (there are so many games ooooough)

A collage of "My 9 Games"
Outer Wilds, A Short Hike, Bomb Rush Cyberfunk, The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, Final Fantasy VIII, Dark Cloud, Transistor, Terra Nil, Elden Ring

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

022 - Real Work by Wendell Berry

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Real Work
by Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Nevada is... one of the few states i've never even been too hahaha this is what happens when you move around your whole life ig dflgkhjd

a screenshot of results from the website https://mydialect.us titled "Your dilact map showing that I am likely from Nevada, among other locations (San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Phoenix)

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

mood... putting our sonas in this ;w;

a black dog wearing a bright yellow harness with the word NERVOUS printed ln it

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 30/01/2026

020 - Huelga/Strike by Gioconda Belli

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Huelga by Gioconda Belli (Translated by Mark Eisner)

Quiero una huelga donde vayamos todos.
Una huelga de brazos, de piernas, de cabellos,
Una huelga naciendo en cada cuerpo.

Quiero una huelga
de obreros de palomas
de choferes de flores
de técnicos de niños
de médicos de mujeres.

Quiero una huelga grande,
que hasta al amor alcance.
Una huelga donde todo se detenga,
el reloj las fábricas
el plantel los colegios
el bus los hospitales
la carretera los puertos.

Una huelga de ojos, de manos y de besos.
Una huelga donde respirar no sea permitido,
una huelga donde nazca el silencio
para oír los pasos
del tirano que se marcha.

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Strike by Gioconda Belli (Translated by Mark Eisner)

I want a strike where we all walk out.
A strike of arms, of legs, of hair,
A strike born from every body.

I want a strike
of workers of doves
of drivers of flowers
of technicians of children
of doctors of women

I want a giant strike,
that extends even to love.
A strike that brings everything to a halt,
the clock the factories
the yard the schools
the bus the hospitals
the highway the ports

A strike of eyes, of hands, and of kisses.
A strike where it is forbidden to breathe,
a strike where silence is born
so you can hear the footsteps
of the tyrant as he walks away.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 28/01/2026

designed some 5x7 cards to hand out at a local queer art event. the prints came in and they look fantastic~!

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 07/01/2026

i've uh... been places~ tenpages.github.io/us-level/us.html

a screenshot of a map of the United States color coded by all the places I've Lived, Stayed, Visited, Stopped, Passed Through or Never Been each giving a point value. Total points is 85.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 02/01/2026

018 - People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

There are no boring people in this world.
Each fate is like the history of a planet.
And no two planets are alike at all.
Each is distinct — you simply can’t compare it.

If someone lived without attracting notice
and made a friend of their obscurity —
then their uniqueness was precisely this.
Their very plainness made them interesting.

Each person has a world that’s all their own.
Each of those worlds must have its finest moment
and each must have its hour of bitter torment —
and yet, to us, both hours remain unknown.

When people die, they do not die alone.
They die along with their first kiss, first combat.
They take away their first day in the snow…
All gone, all gone — there’s just no way to stop it.

There may be much that’s fated to remain,
but something — something leaves us all the same.
The rules are cruel, the game nightmarish —
it isn’t people but whole worlds that perish.

People die. Their deaths can’t be reversed.
Their secret worlds won’t be traversed
again. And all that’s ever left for me to do
is cry, How can we lose you, too?

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 21/12/2025

i once saw someone compare the shape to the Lin-Manuel Miranda piss denial pose

Lin-Manuel Miranda posing with his hands in his pockets and legs twisted

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 12/12/2025

016 - Ghosting by Andrea Cohen

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Ghosting by Andrea Cohen

How cavalier
people are—

with language
and with silence.

Any ghost will
tell you—

the last thing
we mean

to do
is leave you.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 03/12/2025

015 - How I Go To The Woods by Mary Oliver

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How I Go To The Woods by Mary Oliver

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers
and therefore unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the
catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my
way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can
sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of
weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear
the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.

—

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must
love you very much.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 29/11/2025

i don't share my personal work often, if at all. but i hope y'all enjoy this poem i wrote recently.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

pecan pie part I of II gotta let it cool. making another one this weekend for friendsgiving too =u=

a close up photo of a freshly baked pecan pie

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

014 - What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver

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What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver

I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying.

his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air

of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes

it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.

Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without

questions that can’t and probably
never will be answered, the

only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white

morning and, gratefully, says so.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 24/11/2025

013 - In the Desert by Stephen Crane

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In the Desert by Stephen Crane

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.

I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’
’It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered;
’But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.’

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 18/11/2025

012 - The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

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The Summer day by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

011 - The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider

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The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.

I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

love getting lost in interior design projects... gonna be trying my paws at some DIY board and batten wainscoting for my bedroom. just doing an accent wall, but i got all the measurements done! time to finalize the color and wallpaper!

a diagram of measurements for a five panel board and batten plate rail wainscoting design.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 21/10/2025

010 - Summer Kitchen by Donald Hall

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Summer Kitchen by Donald Hall

In June’s high light she stood at the sink
With a glass of wine,
And listened for the bobolink,
And crushed garlic in late sunshine.

I watched her cooking, from my chair,
She pressed her lips
Together, reached for kitchenware,
And tasted sauce from her fingertips.

“It’s ready now. Come on”, she said.
“You light the candle.”
We ate, and talked, and went to bed,
And slept. It was a miracle.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 12/10/2025

008 - Leave the Vase Broken by Melinda Reiss

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Leave the Vase Broken by Melinda Reiss

The only thing we had in common
was that we both didn’t love me.
You, by never staying,
me, by never leaving.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

007 - Unnamed by Izumi Shikibu

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Unnamed by Izumi Shikibu

In this world
love has no color —
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by yours.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

006 - Do not ask your children to strive by William Martin

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Do not ask your children to strive
by William Martin

Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

005 - What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired by K.E. Sermonté

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What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired by K.E. Sermonté

I don’t mean I want sleep.
I mean I want to disappear for a while.

To be rain on a stranger’s roof.
To be smoke rising from someone else’s fire.

I don’t want to die.
But I do want to rest in a way
the world has never allowed me.

I don’t want comfort.
I want quiet.

I want the mercy of being unseen
without being unloved.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

004 - I Worried by Mary Oliver

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I Worried by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 25/09/2025

003 - Tired by Langston Hughes

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Tired by Langston Hughes

I am so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you?
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two—
And see what the worms are eating
At the rind.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

002 - If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking by Emily Dickinson

Screenshot of text: If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking by Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

001 - Wild Geese by Mary Oliver (my all-time favorite. it brings me so much comfort and very easily makes me cry)

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Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 14/08/2025

had some fun with wplace.live "The Universe is, and we are."

pixel art of The Eye of the Universe symbol from the game Outer Wilds rendered in wPlace

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 14/08/2025

i immediately thought of this from Code Lyoko

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 21/06/2025

me after power washing my parent's deck and having played Power Wash Simulator:

low res 3D model of a video game clone trooper running with the caption "just like the simulations"

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 15/06/2025

lil picross scamp! i fuckin' love Squeakross...

a black and white furred 3D rat character from the game "Squeakross: Home Squeak Home". They are standing on their hind legs with the Name label set to "Rowan"

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 13/06/2025

me: i'm fine :) spotify: are you tho?? chat am i cooked?

a screenshot of a Spotify Daylist titled "Dissociation strange afternoon"

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rowan 🍂 @helloimrowan.bsky.social · 10/03/2025

"bleh~! what do you want, punk?" what a brat! really cute portrait created by @domesticcrumpet.bsky.social (thanks crump!)

a portrait of Rowan's horned jackalope fursona. Looking into the camera with purple irises and black sclera. They are doing a Akanbe pose (one finger pulling down the lower eyelid and sticking out their tongue).

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