#mynotes — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #mynotes, aggregated by home.social.
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A Jump in My Chair
Thunder, a jump in my chair, pasta on my trousers. I smile. Sixteen years ago, on a riverbank, the same sound meant something else entirely.
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A Jump in My Chair
Thunder, a jump in my chair, pasta on my trousers. I smile. Sixteen years ago, on a riverbank, the same sound meant something else entirely.
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A Jump in My Chair
Thunder, a jump in my chair, pasta on my trousers. I smile. Sixteen years ago, on a riverbank, the same sound meant something else entirely.
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A Jump in My Chair
Thunder, a jump in my chair, pasta on my trousers. I smile. Sixteen years ago, on a riverbank, the same sound meant something else entirely.
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A Jump in My Chair
Thunder, a jump in my chair, pasta on my trousers. I smile. Sixteen years ago, on a riverbank, the same sound meant something else entirely.
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It's 22:53
At 22:53, I move through space and time, between my home, my memories and the people I love. Then, at 22:55, I return. Here, now.
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It's 22:53
At 22:53, I move through space and time, between my home, my memories and the people I love. Then, at 22:55, I return. Here, now.
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It's 22:53
At 22:53, I move through space and time, between my home, my memories and the people I love. Then, at 22:55, I return. Here, now.
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It's 22:53
At 22:53, I move through space and time, between my home, my memories and the people I love. Then, at 22:55, I return. Here, now.
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It's 22:53
At 22:53, I move through space and time, between my home, my memories and the people I love. Then, at 22:55, I return. Here, now.
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The Broken Gramophone and the Stolen Land
The story of a broken gramophone and a piece of stolen land. A personal account of my family's legacy, caught between fascist violence and the calculated greed of those who wore the banner of anti-fascism for personal gain.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/11/the-broken-gramophone-and-the-stolen-land/
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The Broken Gramophone and the Stolen Land
The story of a broken gramophone and a piece of stolen land. A personal account of my family's legacy, caught between fascist violence and the calculated greed of those who wore the banner of anti-fascism for personal gain.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/11/the-broken-gramophone-and-the-stolen-land/
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The Broken Gramophone and the Stolen Land
The story of a broken gramophone and a piece of stolen land. A personal account of my family's legacy, caught between fascist violence and the calculated greed of those who wore the banner of anti-fascism for personal gain.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/11/the-broken-gramophone-and-the-stolen-land/
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The Broken Gramophone and the Stolen Land
The story of a broken gramophone and a piece of stolen land. A personal account of my family's legacy, caught between fascist violence and the calculated greed of those who wore the banner of anti-fascism for personal gain.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/11/the-broken-gramophone-and-the-stolen-land/
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The Broken Gramophone and the Stolen Land
The story of a broken gramophone and a piece of stolen land. A personal account of my family's legacy, caught between fascist violence and the calculated greed of those who wore the banner of anti-fascism for personal gain.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/11/the-broken-gramophone-and-the-stolen-land/
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My Fog
An old, blurry photo brings back the memory of a walk through the thick fog - a protective blanket where the world fades away, sounds are muffled, and the only certainty left is your own thoughts.
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My Fog
An old, blurry photo brings back the memory of a walk through the thick fog - a protective blanket where the world fades away, sounds are muffled, and the only certainty left is your own thoughts.
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My Fog
An old, blurry photo brings back the memory of a walk through the thick fog - a protective blanket where the world fades away, sounds are muffled, and the only certainty left is your own thoughts.
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My Fog
An old, blurry photo brings back the memory of a walk through the thick fog - a protective blanket where the world fades away, sounds are muffled, and the only certainty left is your own thoughts.
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My Fog
An old, blurry photo brings back the memory of a walk through the thick fog - a protective blanket where the world fades away, sounds are muffled, and the only certainty left is your own thoughts.
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Reposting as it's appropriate, today.
No Masks, Just Us
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Reposting as it's appropriate, today.
No Masks, Just Us
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Reposting as it's appropriate, today.
No Masks, Just Us
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Reposting as it's appropriate, today.
No Masks, Just Us
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Reposting as it's appropriate, today.
No Masks, Just Us
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Señor
People's positivity can be infectious, and sometimes, life is a matter of perspective.
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Señor
People's positivity can be infectious, and sometimes, life is a matter of perspective.
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Señor
People's positivity can be infectious, and sometimes, life is a matter of perspective.
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Señor
People's positivity can be infectious, and sometimes, life is a matter of perspective.
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Señor
People's positivity can be infectious, and sometimes, life is a matter of perspective.
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The Black Mug
A black mug, never used in 22 years, outlives the park whose name it still carries. A coincidence, a moment of weightlessness, and the quiet pleasure of feeling lighter.
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The Black Mug
A black mug, never used in 22 years, outlives the park whose name it still carries. A coincidence, a moment of weightlessness, and the quiet pleasure of feeling lighter.
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The Black Mug
A black mug, never used in 22 years, outlives the park whose name it still carries. A coincidence, a moment of weightlessness, and the quiet pleasure of feeling lighter.
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The Black Mug
A black mug, never used in 22 years, outlives the park whose name it still carries. A coincidence, a moment of weightlessness, and the quiet pleasure of feeling lighter.
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The Black Mug
A black mug, never used in 22 years, outlives the park whose name it still carries. A coincidence, a moment of weightlessness, and the quiet pleasure of feeling lighter.
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Nomadic Soul, Habit-Loving Heart
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/03/nomadic-soul-habit-loving-heart/
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Nomadic Soul, Habit-Loving Heart
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/03/nomadic-soul-habit-loving-heart/
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Nomadic Soul, Habit-Loving Heart
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/03/nomadic-soul-habit-loving-heart/
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Nomadic Soul, Habit-Loving Heart
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/03/nomadic-soul-habit-loving-heart/
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Nomadic Soul, Habit-Loving Heart
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/03/nomadic-soul-habit-loving-heart/
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That all started with the Big Bang
Some places stay with us long after we've left. This is about one of them - and the strange way a sitcom, a lightbulb, and an old memory are still all connected
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/04/14/that-all-started-with-the-big-bang/
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That all started with the Big Bang
Some places stay with us long after we've left. This is about one of them - and the strange way a sitcom, a lightbulb, and an old memory are still all connected
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/04/14/that-all-started-with-the-big-bang/
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That all started with the Big Bang
Some places stay with us long after we've left. This is about one of them - and the strange way a sitcom, a lightbulb, and an old memory are still all connected
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/04/14/that-all-started-with-the-big-bang/
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That all started with the Big Bang
Some places stay with us long after we've left. This is about one of them - and the strange way a sitcom, a lightbulb, and an old memory are still all connected
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/04/14/that-all-started-with-the-big-bang/
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That all started with the Big Bang
Some places stay with us long after we've left. This is about one of them - and the strange way a sitcom, a lightbulb, and an old memory are still all connected
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/04/14/that-all-started-with-the-big-bang/
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For those who are curios: I've just uploaded a Good Reader generated version of MyNotes
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For those who are curios: I've just uploaded a Good Reader generated version of MyNotes
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For those who are curios: I've just uploaded a Good Reader generated version of MyNotes
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For those who are curios: I've just uploaded a Good Reader generated version of MyNotes
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For those who are curios: I've just uploaded a Good Reader generated version of MyNotes
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Winter is Over
A blood pressure cuff, a worn folder with someone else's name on it, and the walks to the pharmacy through the freezing air. Winter is over, thankfully.
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Winter is Over
A blood pressure cuff, a worn folder with someone else's name on it, and the walks to the pharmacy through the freezing air. Winter is over, thankfully.
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Winter is Over
A blood pressure cuff, a worn folder with someone else's name on it, and the walks to the pharmacy through the freezing air. Winter is over, thankfully.
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Winter is Over
A blood pressure cuff, a worn folder with someone else's name on it, and the walks to the pharmacy through the freezing air. Winter is over, thankfully.
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Winter is Over
A blood pressure cuff, a worn folder with someone else's name on it, and the walks to the pharmacy through the freezing air. Winter is over, thankfully.
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My City
I spent years trying to return to my city, only to understand that what I was looking for had disappeared long before I did.
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My City
I spent years trying to return to my city, only to understand that what I was looking for had disappeared long before I did.
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My City
I spent years trying to return to my city, only to understand that what I was looking for had disappeared long before I did.
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My City
I spent years trying to return to my city, only to understand that what I was looking for had disappeared long before I did.
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My City
I spent years trying to return to my city, only to understand that what I was looking for had disappeared long before I did.