Daniel Miller @dealingwith


Daniel Miller last shared their writing I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all of these lights
Things are going shit
Getting it from all the sides
Everything falling down

my inside is outside
my right side's on the left side
listening to my

travis records on
youtube music so not really
records like I said

we don't care about art
there's no time to think about it
only time to react to

all the shit. ha ha.
"teh" was...
Daniel's Pantry
🍍 18 Pineapples
🍵 12 Teas
🍫 9 Chocolate Bars
🍓 11 Strawberries
🧇 9 Waffles
🥟 14 Dumplings
🥚 9 Eggs
🍣 11 Sushis
🥃 8 Whiskeys
🍪 12 Cookies
🥓 9 Bacons
🥩 9 Steaks
🍊 9 Tangerines
🍺 7 Beers
☕️ 2 Coffees

The Crash (Part 1)

Another high-school creation. I'm capturing the ones worth keeping here, still wondering if I'm going to throw away the yellowed dot-matrix paper once I'm through.

The ant scurried across the walkway in front of Bob's house, nervously glancing in the approaching man's direction. The ant strained his legs to make them...
2021-08-23 14:12:57

High School Poem

In a box uncovered in the move, I found writing I'd done in high school. I had no idea I still had this stuff. It was printed on a dot-matrix printer nearly 30 years ago. Most of it is awful. Some is still ok in the light of 30 years...
2021-08-23 00:10:24


“artifacts:” (2004) is a collection of images and texts exploring journey, and its subsequent themes of will, choice, innocence, loss, death, and rebirth. it is self-referential in that it seeks to narrate journey by exploring other narrations of journey--the notes passed along with peculiar objects from one individual to another......
2021-08-01 04:11:38

Half-baked ideas

My head is forever thinking of things to write, maybe the first or the last sentence or two. They travel into space and don't return. There's not enough RAM to store them for the length of time it takes to get out of the shower, dry off, and get to...
2021-07-26 04:38:17

Echo and the Bunnymen
Not a killer

"I'm not a fighter. I'm certainly not a killer." Tris was still waiting for his tea to cool off enough to sip and was blurting out his primary anxiety about this new “opportunity”. When he thought about sharing it with anyone, he called it an opportunity and used his fingers...
2021-07-07 15:46:07


Reading seems to be an all-or-nothing affair for me. There are so many books I intend to read. 391, in fact, just in the Notion database I use to track these things.

(I've written about this already and it's really boring.)

I just tore through my friend David Hopkin's "A Hidden...
2021-07-07 04:35:42

Computer Programming Adventures



I am running a proper programming camp for kids in July. I’m squeezing this in among all the other work, so I didn’t expect much time to promote it. This morning over my second cup of coffee, after a nudge from my business partner, I penned this email to our...
2021-07-02 14:58:46

Echo and the Bunnymen
Tea time

Tris sat on the edge of his bed in his cartridge deep in the East District. He hadn’t told Echo no, but he hadn’t said yes, either. Echo seemed ok with that, for now.
Then he heard it, the first voice he’d heard in over a day. Since Hilltop Park....
2021-06-27 04:52:33

Echo and the Bunnymen

The address in question was on one of the last streets before the roads became dirt paths into the jungle. The buildings here were ancient and ramshackle. Bissell led Tris to a nondescript door with an old man sat in front, peeling an orange. As he made to enter, the...
2021-06-20 20:28:17

Echo and the Bunnymen
The Stairs

Tris followed Bissell down a dark hallway and into a cavernous alleyway with a roof of hanging clothes. They spoke no words: Tris was still in shock, his adrenal boosters had maxed out, he could barely think of a sentence yet alone utter one. After what felt like an hour...
2021-06-20 00:31:28