Alex LaRose
@lekso.bsky.social
writer, data cruncher, fiddler, apple enthusiast
Lower stakes are more honest.
I much prefer a story where the stakes are everyday, and it’s the characters who make them seem high, than a story where the stakes are SUPER HIGH and DRAMATIC and IMPORTANT.
The latter often feels so disconnected from reality that it’s cartoonish and unoriginal.
I much prefer a story where the stakes are everyday, and it’s the characters who make them seem high, than a story where the stakes are SUPER HIGH and DRAMATIC and IMPORTANT.
The latter often feels so disconnected from reality that it’s cartoonish and unoriginal.
February 11, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Lower stakes are more honest.
I much prefer a story where the stakes are everyday, and it’s the characters who make them seem high, than a story where the stakes are SUPER HIGH and DRAMATIC and IMPORTANT.
The latter often feels so disconnected from reality that it’s cartoonish and unoriginal.
I much prefer a story where the stakes are everyday, and it’s the characters who make them seem high, than a story where the stakes are SUPER HIGH and DRAMATIC and IMPORTANT.
The latter often feels so disconnected from reality that it’s cartoonish and unoriginal.
Shoot for the moon.
Shoot shoot shoot. Shoot again.
Kill the moon.
Shoot shoot shoot. Shoot again.
Kill the moon.
January 17, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Shoot for the moon.
Shoot shoot shoot. Shoot again.
Kill the moon.
Shoot shoot shoot. Shoot again.
Kill the moon.
To him being #prompt meant communicating. If he called ahead to say he’s late, he’s not late.
She planned her entire day around timings. Dinner at 7pm affected her wake up time. It was serious.
He thought he was thoughtful. She thought he was thoughtless.
Sometimes, that’s relationships.
#vss365
She planned her entire day around timings. Dinner at 7pm affected her wake up time. It was serious.
He thought he was thoughtful. She thought he was thoughtless.
Sometimes, that’s relationships.
#vss365
December 31, 2024 at 10:54 PM
They broke up.
They did therapy, they talked, they tried.
Their visions of a good life simply didn’t match.
No #schism, no matter how necessary, is clean.
Always, there are ragged edges. Always strands stretched between the separating halves.
They broke up. Each, in turn, was broken.
#vss365
They did therapy, they talked, they tried.
Their visions of a good life simply didn’t match.
No #schism, no matter how necessary, is clean.
Always, there are ragged edges. Always strands stretched between the separating halves.
They broke up. Each, in turn, was broken.
#vss365
December 29, 2024 at 3:12 AM
My dog romps into the water and a thousand geese take air. Their honking deafens.
I came to this pond when my mom got sick, when my girlfriend left me. I’m back again, hungover from my dad’s wake. The pond’s story changes each time.
Discarded #feathers drizzle. It’s a white rain.
#vss365
I came to this pond when my mom got sick, when my girlfriend left me. I’m back again, hungover from my dad’s wake. The pond’s story changes each time.
Discarded #feathers drizzle. It’s a white rain.
#vss365
December 27, 2024 at 4:22 AM
Lord, when I’m beset, when I want to shout or run or cut people off, when it feels like the floor is rushing away and the ceiling is coming down, grant me #tranquility.
Let me remember: I’ll get through this.
#vss365
Let me remember: I’ll get through this.
#vss365
December 23, 2024 at 4:50 AM
Lord, when I’m beset, when I want to shout or run or cut people off, when it feels like the floor is rushing away and the ceiling is coming down, grant me #tranquility.
Let me remember: I’ll get through this.
#vss365
Let me remember: I’ll get through this.
#vss365
Cricket with dad: never an easy time.
He brings the gear, sets the #wickets, and for a moment, life is how it’s supposed to be. Just a guy and his dad playing in the park.
He runs up, plants his feet, and—
“I’m moving out of the country. You won’t see me for a while.”
—bowls me over.
#vss365
He brings the gear, sets the #wickets, and for a moment, life is how it’s supposed to be. Just a guy and his dad playing in the park.
He runs up, plants his feet, and—
“I’m moving out of the country. You won’t see me for a while.”
—bowls me over.
#vss365
December 22, 2024 at 2:11 AM
Now she’s gone, I see her in #silhouettes.
Flat, indistinct. Alluring but unwelcoming. She exists in the corners of my eyes, behind curtains, on the street at night.
The urge is there to go to her. But I know I’ll find her the same as ever: merely my impression of something else.
#vss365
Flat, indistinct. Alluring but unwelcoming. She exists in the corners of my eyes, behind curtains, on the street at night.
The urge is there to go to her. But I know I’ll find her the same as ever: merely my impression of something else.
#vss365
December 19, 2024 at 11:48 PM
Now she’s gone, I see her in #silhouettes.
Flat, indistinct. Alluring but unwelcoming. She exists in the corners of my eyes, behind curtains, on the street at night.
The urge is there to go to her. But I know I’ll find her the same as ever: merely my impression of something else.
#vss365
Flat, indistinct. Alluring but unwelcoming. She exists in the corners of my eyes, behind curtains, on the street at night.
The urge is there to go to her. But I know I’ll find her the same as ever: merely my impression of something else.
#vss365
His life is a steady six, and he likes it. That’s why his job is simple and he’s single. Why deal with highs when they bring lows.
Here’s the lie: His life is a six, but only if we ignore the loneliness, the dreams.
#Drama is good, actually.
It means you’re trying to get what you need.
#vss365
Here’s the lie: His life is a six, but only if we ignore the loneliness, the dreams.
#Drama is good, actually.
It means you’re trying to get what you need.
#vss365
December 19, 2024 at 5:16 AM
She decorated the place #monochrome, all beige, tan, and taupe. She said he inspired the look.
He didn’t know what to make of that. Is he so bland?
After seeing her delight over the space, he realized it doesn’t matter.
If she loves the space, she loves him. No further questions.
#vss365
He didn’t know what to make of that. Is he so bland?
After seeing her delight over the space, he realized it doesn’t matter.
If she loves the space, she loves him. No further questions.
#vss365
December 18, 2024 at 4:59 AM
She decorated the place #monochrome, all beige, tan, and taupe. She said he inspired the look.
He didn’t know what to make of that. Is he so bland?
After seeing her delight over the space, he realized it doesn’t matter.
If she loves the space, she loves him. No further questions.
#vss365
He didn’t know what to make of that. Is he so bland?
After seeing her delight over the space, he realized it doesn’t matter.
If she loves the space, she loves him. No further questions.
#vss365
Sometimes the #challenge is not being mean.
You dig around in the bad poem until, among the tortured adjectives and broken rhymes, you find a little something worthy.
You offer this bit of praise. The bad poet takes it. The moment is nice.
That’s all it needed to be.
#vss365
You dig around in the bad poem until, among the tortured adjectives and broken rhymes, you find a little something worthy.
You offer this bit of praise. The bad poet takes it. The moment is nice.
That’s all it needed to be.
#vss365
December 17, 2024 at 4:14 AM
Sometimes the #challenge is not being mean.
You dig around in the bad poem until, among the tortured adjectives and broken rhymes, you find a little something worthy.
You offer this bit of praise. The bad poet takes it. The moment is nice.
That’s all it needed to be.
#vss365
You dig around in the bad poem until, among the tortured adjectives and broken rhymes, you find a little something worthy.
You offer this bit of praise. The bad poet takes it. The moment is nice.
That’s all it needed to be.
#vss365
He arrived at the #threshold of his new job.
He’d worked years for this. Title, pay, benefits—it was the best he could hope for.
From here, the only direction was… well, not up. Not down either.
From here, there wasn’t much of a direction at all.
He remained a while at the threshold.
#vss365
He’d worked years for this. Title, pay, benefits—it was the best he could hope for.
From here, the only direction was… well, not up. Not down either.
From here, there wasn’t much of a direction at all.
He remained a while at the threshold.
#vss365
December 16, 2024 at 4:19 AM
He arrived at the #threshold of his new job.
He’d worked years for this. Title, pay, benefits—it was the best he could hope for.
From here, the only direction was… well, not up. Not down either.
From here, there wasn’t much of a direction at all.
He remained a while at the threshold.
#vss365
He’d worked years for this. Title, pay, benefits—it was the best he could hope for.
From here, the only direction was… well, not up. Not down either.
From here, there wasn’t much of a direction at all.
He remained a while at the threshold.
#vss365
The #axolotl reaches adulthood without metamorphosis. It’s the same creature, all the way through.
People can be like that. Child to grownup, they don’t change.
They’re out there, grownup with beards or tits, full-time jobs and families, and all they care about is getting what they want.
#vss365
People can be like that. Child to grownup, they don’t change.
They’re out there, grownup with beards or tits, full-time jobs and families, and all they care about is getting what they want.
#vss365
December 15, 2024 at 5:01 AM
Life is #overfitting. We learn lessons and misapply them at scale.
We expect strangers to have the values of our friends, friends to react emotionally like our family, and family to think like we do.
Sometimes, when we’re wrong, it’s delightful. Other times, it’s heartbreaking.
#vss365
We expect strangers to have the values of our friends, friends to react emotionally like our family, and family to think like we do.
Sometimes, when we’re wrong, it’s delightful. Other times, it’s heartbreaking.
#vss365
December 14, 2024 at 4:48 AM
Life is #overfitting. We learn lessons and misapply them at scale.
We expect strangers to have the values of our friends, friends to react emotionally like our family, and family to think like we do.
Sometimes, when we’re wrong, it’s delightful. Other times, it’s heartbreaking.
#vss365
We expect strangers to have the values of our friends, friends to react emotionally like our family, and family to think like we do.
Sometimes, when we’re wrong, it’s delightful. Other times, it’s heartbreaking.
#vss365
Why bother.
Why write, lift, or learn the violin.
What’s the point.
Maybe I’ll break a hand. Then what.
And I remember: there is no point.
Pray, garden, watch tv—the end result is the same.
Life is how we spend our days. Spend them well, and you’ve done all you can.
#vss365 #propagate
Why write, lift, or learn the violin.
What’s the point.
Maybe I’ll break a hand. Then what.
And I remember: there is no point.
Pray, garden, watch tv—the end result is the same.
Life is how we spend our days. Spend them well, and you’ve done all you can.
#vss365 #propagate
December 13, 2024 at 5:53 AM
Why bother.
Why write, lift, or learn the violin.
What’s the point.
Maybe I’ll break a hand. Then what.
And I remember: there is no point.
Pray, garden, watch tv—the end result is the same.
Life is how we spend our days. Spend them well, and you’ve done all you can.
#vss365 #propagate
Why write, lift, or learn the violin.
What’s the point.
Maybe I’ll break a hand. Then what.
And I remember: there is no point.
Pray, garden, watch tv—the end result is the same.
Life is how we spend our days. Spend them well, and you’ve done all you can.
#vss365 #propagate
Huh. I haven't checked bsky in a while and I see I have many many new followers. How/why are people finding me? I'm guessing this is solidarity among writing newcomers to the platform?
November 30, 2024 at 6:23 PM
Huh. I haven't checked bsky in a while and I see I have many many new followers. How/why are people finding me? I'm guessing this is solidarity among writing newcomers to the platform?
You’ll never know the #quintessence of another person.
All images are crafted, even the honest ones.
The trick is, you’ll never know yourself, either.
If you knew yourself, it would mean you’d stopped changing.
What a sad life that would be. Rejoice in discovery.
#vss365
All images are crafted, even the honest ones.
The trick is, you’ll never know yourself, either.
If you knew yourself, it would mean you’d stopped changing.
What a sad life that would be. Rejoice in discovery.
#vss365
July 10, 2024 at 2:09 AM
You’ll never know the #quintessence of another person.
All images are crafted, even the honest ones.
The trick is, you’ll never know yourself, either.
If you knew yourself, it would mean you’d stopped changing.
What a sad life that would be. Rejoice in discovery.
#vss365
All images are crafted, even the honest ones.
The trick is, you’ll never know yourself, either.
If you knew yourself, it would mean you’d stopped changing.
What a sad life that would be. Rejoice in discovery.
#vss365