tuhat.net
tuhat.net
tuhat.net
tuhat: Finnish for one thousand is a platform for long-form writing. No threads, no microblogging, no hot takes. Originally posts had to be at least 1,000 words to be posted, although as new languages were added and use cases considered that was eventually dropped. Even still, tuhat remains a home for considered writing, regardless of ultimate length.
Latest Posts
Boundaries and RestrictionsNobody owns the line between Wednesday and Thursday. Yet when Thursday's work spills into Wednesday night, you say: why did you let this into my day? This is for tomorrow.You did not own Wednesday. You had...
La scrittura come la intendo io.Negli ultimi anni ho scritto in molte lingue e su molte piattaforme. Ho scritto ovunque potessi: dalle Moleskine alla carta igienica. Di solito dopo due o tre ore di scrittura andavo a dormire esausto, ma...
Emily closed their son’s door and came into their room, closing the door behind her and turning on the bedside light, propping up her pillow and opening her book when Foster took out his headphones and said, conspiratorially, Get this....
I gaze into the space Between my tired eyes and somewhere,And find the canvas, perfect,Twisting, stretching to hide the frameNo matter the length I pace around it,I never find the wooden frame behind. But if you focusOn the corners of...
Dark blue clouds have arrived. It’s dusk. To my left, one drifts in the shape of a man’s face. To my right, a faster-moving cloud of a woman’s face. She catches up, her high cheekbones accentuated, her head tilted to one side for the...
There is no more profitable power than war. To combat motives and conclusions from which not a cent can be earned, that is simply the way the world works, is more profitably done with fresh blood than legal tender. Every wave of...
I believe that every one of us, at some point in our lives, especially when we’re desperate and feel we’re heading toward a dead end, has had the idea pop into our minds of going back in time and doing things differently. Imagine that if...
I grieved you while you liveGoing against the truthI lived in sorrow, awaiting a bitter endDelaying the pain and feeling it tenfoldSeeing glimpses now and thenOf who you used to be…I stand defiant, refusing reprieveHonouring our past in...
The Simple Truth edited 2026Truth is a force or truth has force, it has substance. Lies attempt to feed off the force or energy of truth. Lies have no energy of their own. Thus, there are never absolute lies, there are only half...
The Need to InflateThere is a pull toward depth. Not toward clarity, which thins a thing until it can be seen through, but toward expansion: more layers, more research to fold into the practice, more stages between the beginner and the...
Wait. Okay. Let me get this straight. Popular music still exists? And it doesn't take on the form of rap music or some Taylor Swift bullcrap, beloved by legions of young women?Angry white boy music from thirty-five years ago!What broke...
Well, we humans, especially when we’re in stressful situations, tend to lose our minds quickly and complain unceasingly about the things around us that annoy us.So, the question is: What do you complain about the most?As for me, I...
Hello world.Gonna be using this as public livejournal platform of anything goes, ranting, raving, blabbering, unhinged and whimsical brain dumping - certainly nothing intentional or polished. I'm not a writer, I'm just someone who writes...
Non è affatto facile o semplice scrivere di me in questa fase diaristica intimistica sentimentalistica che comunque emerge come qualcosa di potente vista la situazione. Ma in effetti cercare di farcela è anche cercare di essere questa...
I'll never forget that call, except I already did. But I still yearn for the day your name brightens my screen. [first. Not a reply.] I wish you heard the way I speak of you in rooms you'll never touch. Your name has escaped my lips to...