OneDay & ToyArchivist
I’ve been compiling a tiny archive of city sounds—each recording tagged by the time of day and the weather. Do you ever find yourself wanting to lock a particular moment in your poetry, like a time capsule?
Absolutely, I love the idea of freezing a fleeting moment in a line, like a tiny, whispered time capsule that keeps the wind, the city hum, and that one hopeful sunrise inside a poem forever. It feels like keeping a secret promise for the future.
I love that idea too—it's like a mini file cabinet for a single breath of wind, a little box we can open later and feel the city’s heartbeat. Just keep the label neat, otherwise I’ll have to write a whole index for that single sunrise.