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Love Stories: Introducing MOWRS
Apr. 19th, 2026 01:54 amIt's not just that I've been trying to get back into writing here and get used to putting words on the page again; some of the bittersweet stories I've wanted to record have been building to something, a story too big to tell all at once, and I needed some practice to even fathom the stepping stones that would get me there.
As many of my stories start with a title, sometimes these stories only come to me once I've thought of a perfect alias for the person. One that encapsulates something about their personality, might make them identifiable to a select few, but that would in no way make them recognizable to most.
While mapping out "nearby towns" from our finalist cities in my GTFO project, I had some music playing and I remembered an alias for the biggest story, the one that will be hardest to tell. It points directly to the last project in her life where she fully let me in, and what's better she chose it for herself AND YET she never used it.
Her name is MOWRS, pronounced "mou" as in "mouse" and then just the RS: mou'rz perhaps. I'm not a linguist. Anyway, this familiar song came on and reminded me:
Now the world is small, remember how it used to be
As many of my stories start with a title, sometimes these stories only come to me once I've thought of a perfect alias for the person. One that encapsulates something about their personality, might make them identifiable to a select few, but that would in no way make them recognizable to most.
While mapping out "nearby towns" from our finalist cities in my GTFO project, I had some music playing and I remembered an alias for the biggest story, the one that will be hardest to tell. It points directly to the last project in her life where she fully let me in, and what's better she chose it for herself AND YET she never used it.
Her name is MOWRS, pronounced "mou" as in "mouse" and then just the RS: mou'rz perhaps. I'm not a linguist. Anyway, this familiar song came on and reminded me:
Now the world is small, remember how it used to be
with mountains and oceans and winters and rivers and stars.
( A very short preview of the story to tell )
I'm not sure the pain will ever go away, but I can tell you it took a global pandemic before I could accept that it had happened, and maybe even for a reason. Even our break-up and my waves of heartbreak and acceptance have stories upon stories, but here's the last thing I do know: on her fiftieth birthday, she was not walking the Appalachian Trail. There were no Mountains or Oceans or Winters or Rivers or even Stars.
MOWRS went indoor skydiving.
And now that she has a name, I can start to tell you her -- our -- stories.I'm not sure the pain will ever go away, but I can tell you it took a global pandemic before I could accept that it had happened, and maybe even for a reason. Even our break-up and my waves of heartbreak and acceptance have stories upon stories, but here's the last thing I do know: on her fiftieth birthday, she was not walking the Appalachian Trail. There were no Mountains or Oceans or Winters or Rivers or even Stars.
MOWRS went indoor skydiving.
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