Jules
@paris3310.bsky.social
Keen for microfiction, micropoetry, vintage images, and radio podcasts.
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Cabmen's shelters were created in 1875 by the Cabmen's Shelter Fund to provide food and drink to hackney carriage drivers without them resorting to pubs. There were originally 61 in London, and the Embankment shelter at Charing Cross is one of 13 that still survive.
August 13, 2025 at 7:33 AM
Cabmen's shelters were created in 1875 by the Cabmen's Shelter Fund to provide food and drink to hackney carriage drivers without them resorting to pubs. There were originally 61 in London, and the Embankment shelter at Charing Cross is one of 13 that still survive.
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A karakasa or kasa-obake is a yokai that looks like an umbrella with one eye and, typically, one leg. Unlike most other yokai, there are no eyewitness accounts or apparent real belief in the karakasa and it appears to exist solely in art and fiction.
June 26, 2026 at 6:18 PM
A karakasa or kasa-obake is a yokai that looks like an umbrella with one eye and, typically, one leg. Unlike most other yokai, there are no eyewitness accounts or apparent real belief in the karakasa and it appears to exist solely in art and fiction.
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I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening... like a light in the midst of the darkness.
August 19, 2023 at 11:46 PM
I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening... like a light in the midst of the darkness.
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"I just wanted to be friends with the birds," the last transmission read. "They will not follow me to the highest places, where I am faster than even their songs. I would carry them there, like I used to carry you, but they seem so afraid of me. I think, maybe, I was always happier in your company."
September 18, 2023 at 3:56 PM
"I just wanted to be friends with the birds," the last transmission read. "They will not follow me to the highest places, where I am faster than even their songs. I would carry them there, like I used to carry you, but they seem so afraid of me. I think, maybe, I was always happier in your company."
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FORBIDDEN CHESS PIECES:
The Prophet, who is aware of the hands which move the pieces.
The Crows, placed on the board after the final turn.
The Prophet, who is aware of the hands which move the pieces.
The Crows, placed on the board after the final turn.
May 8, 2023 at 1:22 AM
FORBIDDEN CHESS PIECES:
The Prophet, who is aware of the hands which move the pieces.
The Crows, placed on the board after the final turn.
The Prophet, who is aware of the hands which move the pieces.
The Crows, placed on the board after the final turn.
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infuriating all the scientists by telling them everything is poetry and infuriating all the poets by telling them everything is science and being right both times
March 9, 2024 at 9:42 PM
infuriating all the scientists by telling them everything is poetry and infuriating all the poets by telling them everything is science and being right both times
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You find a book open on the table with two small daisies growing out of the pages. You sit for a moment before leaning down to place one on each of your eyes. You feel the petals gently unfold under your eyelids.
You are now in a field of daisies. You remember what it was like to be a young flower.
You are now in a field of daisies. You remember what it was like to be a young flower.
May 7, 2025 at 1:25 PM
You find a book open on the table with two small daisies growing out of the pages. You sit for a moment before leaning down to place one on each of your eyes. You feel the petals gently unfold under your eyelids.
You are now in a field of daisies. You remember what it was like to be a young flower.
You are now in a field of daisies. You remember what it was like to be a young flower.
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Alice never found a way to leave Wonderland. And she eventually gave up trying.
She moved in with the March Hare in a cave by the water. She shaved her legs with a stone and drank sugared seawater.
Much later, she started a library of lost books that washed up on shore. But she never read them.
She moved in with the March Hare in a cave by the water. She shaved her legs with a stone and drank sugared seawater.
Much later, she started a library of lost books that washed up on shore. But she never read them.
January 24, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Alice never found a way to leave Wonderland. And she eventually gave up trying.
She moved in with the March Hare in a cave by the water. She shaved her legs with a stone and drank sugared seawater.
Much later, she started a library of lost books that washed up on shore. But she never read them.
She moved in with the March Hare in a cave by the water. She shaved her legs with a stone and drank sugared seawater.
Much later, she started a library of lost books that washed up on shore. But she never read them.
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"I love you."
The mechanic backs away from your car and points at the engine. "Does it always sound like that?"
"Often," you say. "Can you fix it?"
"I love you so much," comes the voice from inside the engine of your car.
"No," your mechanic shakes his head. "I've never experienced this before."
The mechanic backs away from your car and points at the engine. "Does it always sound like that?"
"Often," you say. "Can you fix it?"
"I love you so much," comes the voice from inside the engine of your car.
"No," your mechanic shakes his head. "I've never experienced this before."
December 12, 2024 at 7:48 PM
"I love you."
The mechanic backs away from your car and points at the engine. "Does it always sound like that?"
"Often," you say. "Can you fix it?"
"I love you so much," comes the voice from inside the engine of your car.
"No," your mechanic shakes his head. "I've never experienced this before."
The mechanic backs away from your car and points at the engine. "Does it always sound like that?"
"Often," you say. "Can you fix it?"
"I love you so much," comes the voice from inside the engine of your car.
"No," your mechanic shakes his head. "I've never experienced this before."
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had a dream I owned a hardware store with an old cash register and I never had to look at a computer screen again the rest of my life.
October 13, 2023 at 1:53 PM
had a dream I owned a hardware store with an old cash register and I never had to look at a computer screen again the rest of my life.
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I WANTED LOVE, SECURITY, AND PURPOSE; BUT I GUESS ANOTHER MICROBLOG PLATFORM WILL HAVE TO DO
May 13, 2023 at 4:09 AM
I WANTED LOVE, SECURITY, AND PURPOSE; BUT I GUESS ANOTHER MICROBLOG PLATFORM WILL HAVE TO DO
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Wield your kindness like a knife
January 5, 2026 at 5:26 AM
Wield your kindness like a knife
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You didn't expect to catch the sun in a Honda Civic, but here you are, at the end of the highway where the horizon meets the road. You invite her out for Waffle House. She says sure, what the heck. It was almost night anyway
January 16, 2025 at 8:04 AM
You didn't expect to catch the sun in a Honda Civic, but here you are, at the end of the highway where the horizon meets the road. You invite her out for Waffle House. She says sure, what the heck. It was almost night anyway
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They have not yet managed to salt the fertile soil of the future. You can still reap the harvest. You can still plant the seeds
December 16, 2024 at 7:01 AM
They have not yet managed to salt the fertile soil of the future. You can still reap the harvest. You can still plant the seeds
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Community is cardboard and old newspaper, it's first names without nametags, it's fresh flowers delivered in a minivan, it's vegetables in a brown bag, it's moss and spiderwebs, it's the softness of dogs. Community is generations and the touch of the world.
September 9, 2023 at 5:38 PM
Community is cardboard and old newspaper, it's first names without nametags, it's fresh flowers delivered in a minivan, it's vegetables in a brown bag, it's moss and spiderwebs, it's the softness of dogs. Community is generations and the touch of the world.
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Someone on twitter posted ‘have you ever owned a vinyl record?’ and instead of replying I withdrew to my horseless carriage and drove to the dry goods store to purchase a box of powdered milk
January 5, 2024 at 2:05 PM
Someone on twitter posted ‘have you ever owned a vinyl record?’ and instead of replying I withdrew to my horseless carriage and drove to the dry goods store to purchase a box of powdered milk
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Winter light – it’s that low-angle light that comes at you like a coyote, gets up underneath your eye lids, makes you sink a little deeper into your thrift store turtleneck
January 2, 2024 at 9:24 PM
Winter light – it’s that low-angle light that comes at you like a coyote, gets up underneath your eye lids, makes you sink a little deeper into your thrift store turtleneck
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Book Cover of the Day:
December 7, 2024 at 5:26 AM
Book Cover of the Day:
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Goodnight.
🖼️ Scenes in Regent Street and Piccadilly, Henrique Alvim Corrêa, 1906.
🖼️ Scenes in Regent Street and Piccadilly, Henrique Alvim Corrêa, 1906.
October 31, 2024 at 8:39 PM
Goodnight.
🖼️ Scenes in Regent Street and Piccadilly, Henrique Alvim Corrêa, 1906.
🖼️ Scenes in Regent Street and Piccadilly, Henrique Alvim Corrêa, 1906.
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It broke your heart to see the robot now. Gone were its blue eyes and curious expression. It was a shamble, held together by string and nylon straps, cared for by villains who laughed at its broken, angry mutterings. You barely recognized it, and it didn’t care to remember you.
August 20, 2023 at 5:20 PM
It broke your heart to see the robot now. Gone were its blue eyes and curious expression. It was a shamble, held together by string and nylon straps, cared for by villains who laughed at its broken, angry mutterings. You barely recognized it, and it didn’t care to remember you.
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How many friendship bracelets do you have? Not enough, make more. Dark days coming.
July 15, 2023 at 3:05 AM
How many friendship bracelets do you have? Not enough, make more. Dark days coming.
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when i was younger i saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind, he broke his own heart and i watched as he tried to reassemble it. and my momma swore that she would never let herself forget, and that was the day that i promised i'd never sing of love if it does not exist
December 3, 2024 at 6:05 PM
when i was younger i saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind, he broke his own heart and i watched as he tried to reassemble it. and my momma swore that she would never let herself forget, and that was the day that i promised i'd never sing of love if it does not exist