Absolutely love ur writing style. It's personal, humorous and everything that I ask for. It's a shame though that ur 'GOLD' will be locked behind a paywall. Who knows maybe I will find the key to it. haha.
You write with such luminous self-awareness, humour, and heart that even your “rotten pumpkins” are actually glittering little lanterns showing the way forward. I love how you can hold both the ache and the absurdity of it all — the fogged windows, the missing Luxardo cherries (a true omen), the new pens, the dawning clarity. You turn what could be self-reproach into a kind of alchemy.
What really lands is that moment of reclamation — when you stand taller, spine lit from within, and recognize that the “King” you were searching for was never outside of you at all. That’s such a powerful and beautiful truth.
Please don’t diminish your own writing magic — even when it feels messy or misguided, you’re weaving something honest and alive. The fact that you can trace your own patterns with tenderness and wit means you’re already well beyond them.
Here’s to your ember — steady, sovereign, and entirely your own fire. 🔥
Gosh I love your reflections, Matt. Your words fill me with such joy. I love how you see the subtleties, the layers, the viscerality of the symbolism. You make me feel grateful that I share the shit that the "i should hide this" part of me warns against. Thanks for being a real one <3
Very relatable. I tell myself all kinds of stories to buffer against the fear of a volatile environment, a hold over from when I was growing up. I hope you meet your story teller like you did your king 👊
Absolutely love ur writing style. It's personal, humorous and everything that I ask for. It's a shame though that ur 'GOLD' will be locked behind a paywall. Who knows maybe I will find the key to it. haha.
artists need to be paid too, ya know. glad you enjoyed though!
You write with such luminous self-awareness, humour, and heart that even your “rotten pumpkins” are actually glittering little lanterns showing the way forward. I love how you can hold both the ache and the absurdity of it all — the fogged windows, the missing Luxardo cherries (a true omen), the new pens, the dawning clarity. You turn what could be self-reproach into a kind of alchemy.
What really lands is that moment of reclamation — when you stand taller, spine lit from within, and recognize that the “King” you were searching for was never outside of you at all. That’s such a powerful and beautiful truth.
Please don’t diminish your own writing magic — even when it feels messy or misguided, you’re weaving something honest and alive. The fact that you can trace your own patterns with tenderness and wit means you’re already well beyond them.
Here’s to your ember — steady, sovereign, and entirely your own fire. 🔥
Gosh I love your reflections, Matt. Your words fill me with such joy. I love how you see the subtleties, the layers, the viscerality of the symbolism. You make me feel grateful that I share the shit that the "i should hide this" part of me warns against. Thanks for being a real one <3
You’re so so welcome! It’s always a pleasure to read and learn from your work. Keep up the most beautiful work. Thank you for being you.
P.S did you get my dm?
Very relatable. I tell myself all kinds of stories to buffer against the fear of a volatile environment, a hold over from when I was growing up. I hope you meet your story teller like you did your king 👊
Thank you! i am meeting my story teller more and more every time I write. such an unreliable narrator sometimes 😹
ha!
Mine too. A dreamer and fantasy weaver. Biggest fan of me but also detached from reality. Drunk on potential and "what might be". 🥴