Sebastian Malloy
Sebastian Malloy
Sebastian Malloy
I had my first typewriter at five years old. I have been writing ever since. All the words on this blog are true, in one way or another. All of the art is as well. Thanks for visiting, and I hope you enjoy your stay.
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I understand abstractly that the Internet is a global thing (world wide web and all; it’s right there in the name), but wherever I check the analytics page of my account and see where the eyeballs are coming from, it’s a little bit crazy...
Dear Seb, I am here in my living room, and I’m trying to not read any more news today. I am worn to a nub from all that is going on out there in the world, abroad and at home. Certainly there’s always been a sense of the horrors that are...
So listen: it’s hard to be creative in all of this waves hands at everything going on in the world right now. You know it, I know it, they know it. So in order to help try to keep a little flow going on my end, I’m making a little...
“Whatcha doing?” Rivi asks, looking over my shoulder at my phone. “Well, I was enjoying my personal space,” I say. “That ship has sailed, hit an iceberg, and sunk,” she says. She reaches over and taps my phone with her finger....
Dear Viola, It’s snowing just now as I write this, just outside the window at work. It’s not a beautiful filmic snow, drifting with fat romantic flakes, not at all. Instead it’s angry snow, coming down hard and fast, snow that wants to...
I’ve been blogging for more than a couple of decades now, in one place or another (and boy how time does fly when you think about it), and it’s always been fun to scatter words out into the world and see if anything sticks. I’ve made...
I am newly in love with the idea of a postroll here in the first few days of 2026. I’ve sung their praises in the past, and I’ve got one of my own on this site (which I intend to make more quickly accessible in future layout updates). I...
“I am not made for this,” Rivi says to me. “It’s winter,” I say. “Complaining about it won’t do any good.” “This isn’t winter,” she says. “It’s the return of the Ice Age.” I can’t argue with her about the cold. The thermometer in my car...
Well, Happy New Year and stuff. Hope none of you stayed up too late last night, doing that celebratory thing that results in hangovers and regrets the next morning. You know who are you if you did. No judgment from me, promise. It’s...
There is an ache in my fingertips that does not go away. It’s a light sting, right at the pads, and I know it’s from the cold air outside. I go out in the mornings to care for the chickens, and I find my insulated winter gloves get in...
Merry Christmas, you filthy animals! Send me an email Latest 3 posts 25 Dec, 2025 X Marks the Mass 24 Dec, 2025 A (Hopefully) Graceful Slide Into Next Year 25 Nov, 2025 Please Mr. Postman Older Posts I'd Like You to See 11 Jun, 2024...
I’m not one who ever makes New Year’s resolutions. Picking a date and announcing all the Great Things I Shall Endeavor to Accomplish in the New Year has historically been a recipe for failure, and so I’ve learned over time to just shut...
I think that I’m running low on juice these days. Actually, I am certain of it. While I am enjoying my job (hello, United States Postal Service!), it didn’t really occur to me at the time I accepted the position I am in that I would be...
It's been a long few weeks here in the woods, and the main reason is because my body has decided to try and murder me. Well, perhaps murder is too strong a word. Incapacitate is a little closer. The short version is that it is suspected...
I was reminded today from a post by twelvety that we did in fact, back in the days of photo printing from film, use a little bit of nose grease on our negatives to take out scratches before we printed the images in an enlarger. Just rub...