Showing the world my overt, covert, and astral expressions of love. Thanks Be to God.

  • Turning Bad Into Good

    Turning Bad Into Good

    On November 16, 2024, I was headed to my job as Guest Services Manager at the Garden City Hotel. (This was a few weeks before I was fired for calling the police to report deep state death threats.) En route, I was struck head-on by a white sedan while riding my Segway GT2 scooter on… read more

  • Show Me Your Diphthong

    Show Me Your Diphthong

    The first person I regularly interacted with who had the L.I. accent was my former boss, Donna, in New Haven, Connecticut. She’d take the Port Jefferson ferry across the Sound to see family. Years later, my boss from Times Square invited me out to his estate in Brightwaters for holidays during the pandemic. His delightful… read more

  • Being Cautiously Optimistic As I Look Ahead to the Long Haul

    Being Cautiously Optimistic As I Look Ahead to the Long Haul

    Todaisy is actually three daisies, and they’re in potting soil. However, as I was about to head over to the train station, I sensed impending doom. I feared Detective Hausmann would be waiting for me there, lurking in the shadows, eager to once again forcefully shove the flowers in my knapsack and me in a… read more

  • Motor Banking Pods to the Underworld

    Motor Banking Pods to the Underworld

    While traipsing about this spooky, Long Island, I have previously written about compelling bank architecture AND references to the occult along Olde Cüntreigh Rhoad. Today’s spookyposting update features both! These modernist structures caught my eye the first time I arrived in this unusually-espooky district of Nassau County (which is simultaneously in Westbury, Carle Place, Garden… read more

  • Damaged Goods

    Damaged Goods

    Todaisy is a bit mangled. This was not my intention, and I should note – this time, its rough condition has nothing to do with a raging Nassau County Police Detective shoving it into my backpack while ignoring my Miranda rights. I should have picked one up at Flushing Flower earlier, but I wanted to… read more

  • An Apology

    An Apology

    In my endless quest to be a better person in the eyes of our Creator, I must address some offensive language I used last August 28, 2024. Throughout that day, I was engaged in a text conversation with the owner of phone number 313-855-3669, who was using an anonymous number to stoke confusion & terror… read more

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This is how it all started…

Twenty years ago, in 2002, I fell in love and never fell out. We reconciled in 2004. I broke off contact in 2005, because I was too selfish, afraid, and stupid to maintain a long-distance relationship. We ping’ed in 2019, with a full-blown reconnect in 2023. I was in the midst of a psychiatric/spiritual/existential crisis. She helped me. Seemingly scorned and misreading my mind over the astral plane, she then tried to hurt me for my follies & transgressions in the past, but God intervened. I love you, My Darling Eternal.

Grant Faber

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