Daniela, your narrative captures the fragile boundary between fear and wonder with rare sensitivity. You show that even in confusion, small sparks of life can feel vividly real.
Actually one of my favourite lines, too, together with the failed-to-ask-them ending. Slight hint to posts like “stuck with a view” or “lost in stack traces”.
That subway map of Munich behind the laptop… yeah. Leaving it there like a tiny flag for later, even when the day’s just bathroom breaks and doom emails. I felt my chest do that little tighten and then loosen, weirdly.
girl your writing is beautiful wtf❤️❤️ i’m trying to connect w writers where i wld value ur honest feedback on posts of mine i posted yesterday (ps subbing asap)
That pretty fungoid, beloved by unwitting artists) is an Amanita Muscaria about which Wikipedia says:
The genus Amanita contains about 600 described species of agarics, including some of the most toxic known mushrooms found worldwide, as well as some well-regarded edible species (and many species of unknown edibility). The genus is responsible for 95% of fatalities resulting from mushroom poisoning, with the death cap accounting for 90% of fatalities every year.[1] The most potent toxin synthesized by this genus is α-Amanitin.
Some folk like it because it contains a psychoactive compound.
I often see them by trails around here but there are gentler (if less illuminating) ways to die.
Wow, Daniella. Storyteller writing. Magical images.
To see sharply these thoughts and feelings of mysterious places of mind.
That's truly a stirring story💛💛Loved it💛💛💛
Daniela, your narrative captures the fragile boundary between fear and wonder with rare sensitivity. You show that even in confusion, small sparks of life can feel vividly real.
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"I was hired as a detective of my own life" I love that line, great piece Daniela!
Actually one of my favourite lines, too, together with the failed-to-ask-them ending. Slight hint to posts like “stuck with a view” or “lost in stack traces”.
That subway map of Munich behind the laptop… yeah. Leaving it there like a tiny flag for later, even when the day’s just bathroom breaks and doom emails. I felt my chest do that little tighten and then loosen, weirdly.
as if … the story itself was made of snow, and by sunlight, it turns into water—- I just died a little! Sooooo good! 💓
You're magical, my friend, knowing you is more than a blessing!
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girl your writing is beautiful wtf❤️❤️ i’m trying to connect w writers where i wld value ur honest feedback on posts of mine i posted yesterday (ps subbing asap)
A note about the mushroom pictured above.
That pretty fungoid, beloved by unwitting artists) is an Amanita Muscaria about which Wikipedia says:
The genus Amanita contains about 600 described species of agarics, including some of the most toxic known mushrooms found worldwide, as well as some well-regarded edible species (and many species of unknown edibility). The genus is responsible for 95% of fatalities resulting from mushroom poisoning, with the death cap accounting for 90% of fatalities every year.[1] The most potent toxin synthesized by this genus is α-Amanitin.
Some folk like it because it contains a psychoactive compound.
I often see them by trails around here but there are gentler (if less illuminating) ways to die.