Hayden Ishikawa
@abrandedhound.bsky.social
“My future was never my call, my decision. It was never mine at all, but now that I have it...What do I do with it?” (DCRP) Penned by @digitalinkblot.bsky.social
A cigarette in the dark.
An unseasonably cool breeze carried the smoke away.
The little pleasures she could still indulge in didn’t seem to matter much these days.
The little breaths she could stop and take had to be filled with something.
Never stop moving, never idle.
An unseasonably cool breeze carried the smoke away.
The little pleasures she could still indulge in didn’t seem to matter much these days.
The little breaths she could stop and take had to be filled with something.
Never stop moving, never idle.
August 23, 2025 at 3:48 AM
A cigarette in the dark.
An unseasonably cool breeze carried the smoke away.
The little pleasures she could still indulge in didn’t seem to matter much these days.
The little breaths she could stop and take had to be filled with something.
Never stop moving, never idle.
An unseasonably cool breeze carried the smoke away.
The little pleasures she could still indulge in didn’t seem to matter much these days.
The little breaths she could stop and take had to be filled with something.
Never stop moving, never idle.
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June 13, 2025 at 2:48 AM
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Home was the smell of the heat wafting up from the asphalt, the scent of the city carried on a cool breeze that broke through the endless maze of streets, the arguments of dogs that lived across the street from each other, the honking, the shouting.
She was back in it all. Her home. Her Gotham.
She was back in it all. Her home. Her Gotham.
June 13, 2025 at 2:15 AM
Home was the smell of the heat wafting up from the asphalt, the scent of the city carried on a cool breeze that broke through the endless maze of streets, the arguments of dogs that lived across the street from each other, the honking, the shouting.
She was back in it all. Her home. Her Gotham.
She was back in it all. Her home. Her Gotham.
There were times when she missed her home, her Gotham, the cozy little box that barely counted as an apartment.
As her boots met American soil for the first time in what felt like a decade, today did not count among those precious few times.
She was home on business, not pleasure.
As her boots met American soil for the first time in what felt like a decade, today did not count among those precious few times.
She was home on business, not pleasure.
May 12, 2025 at 2:13 PM
There were times when she missed her home, her Gotham, the cozy little box that barely counted as an apartment.
As her boots met American soil for the first time in what felt like a decade, today did not count among those precious few times.
She was home on business, not pleasure.
As her boots met American soil for the first time in what felt like a decade, today did not count among those precious few times.
She was home on business, not pleasure.
The chase never ends.
Nighttime was when she moved, only under the silent comfort of stars. By day she slept wherever sleep found her; a roach-infested hostel that only accepted cash, an abandoned apartment complex, the trunk of a junkyard car.
Was it better to face her fate than live like this?
Nighttime was when she moved, only under the silent comfort of stars. By day she slept wherever sleep found her; a roach-infested hostel that only accepted cash, an abandoned apartment complex, the trunk of a junkyard car.
Was it better to face her fate than live like this?
January 6, 2025 at 4:52 AM
The chase never ends.
Nighttime was when she moved, only under the silent comfort of stars. By day she slept wherever sleep found her; a roach-infested hostel that only accepted cash, an abandoned apartment complex, the trunk of a junkyard car.
Was it better to face her fate than live like this?
Nighttime was when she moved, only under the silent comfort of stars. By day she slept wherever sleep found her; a roach-infested hostel that only accepted cash, an abandoned apartment complex, the trunk of a junkyard car.
Was it better to face her fate than live like this?
Home.
Gotham.
She ached for that awful place, the awful place she loved.
She wished more than anything to see her sister again, to see the tiny collection of trusted friends she had somehow managed to hold onto.
Gotham.
She ached for that awful place, the awful place she loved.
She wished more than anything to see her sister again, to see the tiny collection of trusted friends she had somehow managed to hold onto.
December 30, 2024 at 3:39 PM
Home.
Gotham.
She ached for that awful place, the awful place she loved.
She wished more than anything to see her sister again, to see the tiny collection of trusted friends she had somehow managed to hold onto.
Gotham.
She ached for that awful place, the awful place she loved.
She wished more than anything to see her sister again, to see the tiny collection of trusted friends she had somehow managed to hold onto.
Crawling, crawling, crawling back to the world.
A frightened prey animal poking her head out of her burrow, expecting the jaws of the predators that followed her to snap around her neck.
But none came.
Perhaps it was a short run of luck, perhaps they grew tired of the chase.
Was it over?
A frightened prey animal poking her head out of her burrow, expecting the jaws of the predators that followed her to snap around her neck.
But none came.
Perhaps it was a short run of luck, perhaps they grew tired of the chase.
Was it over?
December 30, 2024 at 3:34 PM
Crawling, crawling, crawling back to the world.
A frightened prey animal poking her head out of her burrow, expecting the jaws of the predators that followed her to snap around her neck.
But none came.
Perhaps it was a short run of luck, perhaps they grew tired of the chase.
Was it over?
A frightened prey animal poking her head out of her burrow, expecting the jaws of the predators that followed her to snap around her neck.
But none came.
Perhaps it was a short run of luck, perhaps they grew tired of the chase.
Was it over?
Night was when thoughts of home came to her, thoughts of the people and places she had left behind.
The taste of a good burger haunted her when she ate the scraps she could get ahold of.
Her warm bed seemed like a fantasy when looking up into the sky with no roof to obscure it.
The taste of a good burger haunted her when she ate the scraps she could get ahold of.
Her warm bed seemed like a fantasy when looking up into the sky with no roof to obscure it.
November 17, 2024 at 1:16 PM
Night was when thoughts of home came to her, thoughts of the people and places she had left behind.
The taste of a good burger haunted her when she ate the scraps she could get ahold of.
Her warm bed seemed like a fantasy when looking up into the sky with no roof to obscure it.
The taste of a good burger haunted her when she ate the scraps she could get ahold of.
Her warm bed seemed like a fantasy when looking up into the sky with no roof to obscure it.
The hard drive had been sitting in a forgotten corner, a light coating of dust coloring the scuffed black casing. The thing had been something of a Pandora’s box, a wealth of data that could say anything and reveal nothing.
Thinking about @abrandedhound.bsky.social and the hard drive she left behind...
September 3, 2024 at 11:50 PM
The hard drive had been sitting in a forgotten corner, a light coating of dust coloring the scuffed black casing. The thing had been something of a Pandora’s box, a wealth of data that could say anything and reveal nothing.