welcome.app ×

hi, i'm yoshita.

collecting small things. writing them down. occasionally making sense of them.

(everything here is draggable, by the way — go ahead)

~/yoshita.sh

# whoami
const yoshita = {
  currently: "overthinking a sentence",
  likes: ["old photos", "weird fonts", "tea"],
  writing: "about my grandparents",
  mood: "figuring it out"
};

cursors.app

pick your cursor —

my own cursors —

add a tail —

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mood.svg

currently-into.txt

handwritten letters
found photographs
the smell of old books
tea, specifically too much of it
my grandmother's stories

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log.txt

> status update
slept late, don't regret it
rewrote the same paragraph 4 times
found an old photo of ammamma
feeling okay, actually

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essay_draft.rtf

"The Temple Was Never the Point"

Ammamma never explained the rituals. She just did them, and expected the meaning to arrive later, on its own time — the way most things she taught me did.

read on substack →

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about.txt click to expand

i notice things. small ones, mostly. the way light hits a kitchen at a certain hour, the specific shape of a story someone's told a hundred times. i write to keep hold of them.

this site is where the unfinished stuff lives — half-thoughts, drafts, things i'm not ready to call done. i like the indie web because nothing here has to be polished to count.

i'm currently working on a longer essay about my grandparents, slowly, in the way things that matter tend to take longer than you'd like.

based wherever the tea is good.

contact.app

say hi —

youremail@example.com substack ↗ pinterest ↗ guestbook →

shelf.txt

on rotation

a half-read novel, three browser tabs i'll never close, and a playlist i keep adding to and never naming.

eof.txt

# that's the whole desktop.
# thanks for scrolling this far.