hi. this is the whole story. sort of.
some of you have followed me for five years for jokes and covers, and you've been very patient with the covers.
this is something else. it's four people's diaries, kept before, during and after a band, and a few things people left in a drawer. i'm not going to tell you what happened. i'm going to tell you where to look.
a few things first.
everyone who writes here said yes to this. Liên said yes after reading every page that mentions her, and then asked me to take out two adjectives. her name is a name she chose. the one she was born with isn't in here and won't be.
the entries don't always agree. that isn't a typo, that's us. two people can sit at the same table and write down different evenings. you'll have to decide which one you believe, and then maybe decide again. when you're reading, the ⚖ button puts an entry in a ledger of where they disagree.
some things are covered up and some things are locked. i did that. i'm a creator, i know what a good reveal costs. the ▤ drawer up top holds the things people kept.
content note: there is death in here, and grief, and drinking, and cigarettes, and a lot of soup. if you need to put it down, put it down.
start anywhere. don't start at the end. if the early years feel slow, the band doesn't exist until march 2026. you can begin the day i moved in with my brother, and come back for the rest.
— Điểu
p.s. Bro has asked me to say that the keyboard parts are in the right key. he has asked three times.