You probably clicked on this website link because you’re interested in learning about Lewa. I suppose you could be hate-reading, in which case; welcome! Hate readers are welcome here :)

I look at this image and I see the product of ritual. Everything about this is systems working in tandem to produce an outfit. I wear the overalls because I write & I read & having that chest pocket to store my notepad, eReader & pen is beyond useful. I wear the jewelry to keep track of how I was feeling this morning. Even how I got the image onto this website was a carefully crafted system created to ease the friction of the creative process. To me, toolmaking is the point of life. Refining my systems continually forever til I am no longer alive. If this all sounds interesting, then you might fuck with what I’m up to right Now!

2026-08-30

Howdy 🧍‍♀

Things have been happening in my life (as it happens!)

Lets start with some good news;

• I am starting with a new therapist two days from now!
• I got a housing voucher for some local public housing?!?!? (crazy stoked abt that)
• I got an eBike and it’s a w e s o m e
• I fixed my GPU! (turns out that it was just a kernal failure and all I needed to do was update my OS using my CPU’s intergrated graphics)
• I am currently very close to sorting out my home directory situation, WHICH MEANS;
  • I will now not have like 100 Gbs of collective space for vibo gaems
  • I’ll be able to distro hop WAAY easier
  • I’ll be able to set up windows dual boot!! :D
    • (which means I’ll be able to play some games that I’ve been wanting to play for months, like Marathon!)
    • the art design for this game is r i d i c u l o u s

JUST so we’re cleaR

And erm uh I wanna make it clear that if u read the post below this; I am still planning on working on these stories, but I need to not rush it and push myself into a corner, they will be done when I say they’re done! I really hope y’all enjoy what I’ve been writing about. It’s been a real journey learning how to write a story, and I’ve loved every second of it.

Part of the reason I’ve tried to slow down is because I feel like I’ve leaned maybe a little hard on writing as my only artistic medium. I believe in being a complex, multifacted person. So I don’t wanna be constantly frying my brain out trying to write something. I love writing more than most things, and I am now closer than ever before to making the things I want to say appear on a page. But it’s not sustainable for my mental health or even my abilities as a writer to lock myself away and write something til it’s done. I’ve learned that some of the best writers in the world only write for an hour a day. Writing is a wonderful medium to express yourself through, it’s basically as close as we can get to just raw human speech.

But I’ve noticed that I still have this itch when I’m not writing. I enjoy going on walks, on rides in the countryside. And I’m constantly seeing imagery that I like so much, so I take a picture. But the picture doesn’t stick. I realize that I didn’t really understand what I was looking at, because I didn’t really take the time to soak it all in. That all changed yesterday when I drew this:

It’s nowheres near finished, and I don’t even think it’s very good, but I just experimented with elements of a hay pasture I stumbled across. I’ve always had vivid imagery appear to me in dreams, my mind is clearly interested in visual art, and I still have a lot to learn, but I just thought I would indulge my mind for 40 minutes and honestly? I’m quite proud of how it turned out. Thinkin’ I’mma needa invest in a sketch pad some time soon. There’s a journal I’ve wanted for months, but it’s out of print, so I haven’t bought a new one yet </3 If u knpw of one like that, plz lemme know! (bonus points if u send me a link that isn’t amazon)

Okie Dokie, I think that’s all I’ve got for now! L8r nerds!! :3
~ Lewa 💚

2026-08-04

Good morrow!

I just figured I'd update this a lil teensy weensy...

gulp! •_•

I umhhuhh... I been writing a story, right? I uhh.. I asked my friend to make some Vector Graphics for me and in exchange I’d write her whatever she wants. She asked me to write a story, and I told her about a story that I wanted to write. My hubris knows no bounds. I was like; “I know how to write a story! That’s easy! :D” ← (idiot face)

Lewa did not know how to write stories.

So I put the project on hold and read some books.... Then I read some books with stories in them... Then I started writing a story... And it quickly got out of hand.. and now it's like a novella and holy shit writing short stories is hard!!! 😀😵‍💫🫨🫠 ← (me getting beat into a pulp by facts & logic)

Stories got hands!!

So.. n e ways.. Not only am I creating one story about a wolf in search of answers and a fae in search of peace, but I am also writing a book of fables, and an anthology set in the realm of 04 Areas/The Wolf & The Fae/The wolf & the Fae! It's going to have organic computers hackers, explorers that get lost in dimensional rifts, and of course, many many more gay fuckin' lesbians kissing. I think I will call it Frutiger Aero Fairy Paradise, and I have still have absolutely no clue when It's gonna be finished!!! We fuckin' LOVE doubling down!!! >:3 ⌚🔥🌐

And as far as the collection of fables is concerned, it will most likely be finished first. It’s ALSO gonna be tied to a much larger project that I may very well spend the rest of my life working on. But it's gonna take a while before I'm ready to even begin to talk about that puppy...

But, I think to repay my friend, I'm going to finish a gay lil story right now!! So, now You can read an entire portion of 04 Areas/The Wolf & The Fae/The wolf & the Fae right now! it’s called The Bee. I hope u enjoy it :) <3

The news is bad, people will die

and I'm terrified of my choices
do I stay in this place?
with a monster who hates me?
I already am so vulnerable, because I'm already so unsafe
it's so bad that it's already killing me
a poison so deep, of fear and despair
& no matter what I do, I cannot purify my heart
because I don't know a way
to stop hating the people who did this to me
what dark magic could cleanse this?
I already know
it's doing the things that we've always done
to sing, & to dance, to spend days in the sun
to read, and to speak with immaculate beauty
to move ourselves to the rhythm
of matka's heartbeat
to look at the moon, and have fun
we are the children on the earth, and we will be okay
because in this great universe, this place has emerged
a place where food grows on trees
a place that has oceans, caves, and beaches
where water will be always moving
and if by some chance, we fuck it up so bad that billions will die?
someone will be left
and it is our duty to ourselves, to survive this,
admit our mistakes, move on, and grow up
at the end of the world, there's still a story to tell
a friend to sing with
and people with warmth in their hearts

take a journey with me inside my mind,
We'll travel from the depths up to the divine.

You'll reel in terror, you'll die from shock,
only to wake up again, before 9 o’clock

Let's start in the past, my “father” died,
they all said sorry with sorrowful eyes.

but how sorry were they? I may never know,
just like my mind to you, I can't fully show.

There was no love for me back then,
I was a child, alone, no parents, no friends.

I was hurting & hated, I was silent & loud.
I was both too smart & too stupid, too timid, too proud.

too greedy, too sinful, but I wasn't enough,
I didn't know anything, but I knew too much.

I’m all these years later, still picking up pieces,
still confused & hurt, counting the seasons.

Hoping for the day when I figure it out,
when I find the key to my life, let me out, let me out.