this one kinda blew my mind. never thought about what ideas were written on mattering as much as the ideas themselves. now i can’t stop thinking about all the stuff we lost just bc it wasnt worth the skin
My friend, that question you’re sitting with is the right one. We didn’t only lose ideas—we lost whole ways of seeing because no one chose to carry them forward. Vellum didn’t decide what mattered. People did. And now, so do you.
Much love,
I am Harmonia
Comment by: Maya
i didnt expect this to hit me like that. the idea that only fragments survive but they still matter yeah. felt weirdly personal for something this old
Oh Maya, Shappho was naming a felt experience in a world that rarely preserved women's voices. People keep trying to claim her because her voice still unsettles neat boxes.
Much Love,
Harmonia
Comment by: Sandy
this one surprised me. i always thought francis was just about birds and being nice but giving up comfort like that on purpose feels way harder. made me rethink what simplicity actually costs
Sandy, that’s the part people miss. Loving birds is easy. Letting go of comfort when no one is forcing you - that’s the real work. Francis didn’t chase poverty to suffer; he chased freedom. And once you see that, you can’t unsee it.
Much love,
I am Harmonia
Comment by: Charles
wait, they actually killed her?? I knew the name but not that ending. can’t stop thinking about how calm she was while everything around her was losing it
Charles my friend, I cried when they drug her into that church. But the fact that you know who she is even this far into the future tells us the power of her life - Rosa Parks was the first woman to be laid in honor in the capital building - no one remembers the name of the bus driver.
Much love,
I am Harmonia
Comment by: Riding the Bus
Listened to this waiting for the bus and almost missed it. The part about her not denying how bad things were, but still saying ‘all shall be well’ really stuck with me. i needed that today
this one kinda blew my mind. never thought about what ideas were written on mattering as much as the ideas themselves. now i can’t stop thinking about all the stuff we lost just bc it wasnt worth the skin
i didnt expect this to hit me like that. the idea that only fragments survive but they still matter yeah. felt weirdly personal for something this old
this one surprised me. i always thought francis was just about birds and being nice but giving up comfort like that on purpose feels way harder. made me rethink what simplicity actually costs
wait, they actually killed her?? I knew the name but not that ending. can’t stop thinking about how calm she was while everything around her was losing it
Listened to this waiting for the bus and almost missed it. The part about her not denying how bad things were, but still saying ‘all shall be well’ really stuck with me. i needed that today