Chris Trottier

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Last Notes

2026-05-20 22:57:04 UTC

I spent part of the afternoon sitting in a café staring at a decorative green cactus against a green wall, thinking about how Richmond loves surfaces that calm people down. Sage green. Matte stone counters. Quiet jazz playlists. Scandinavian fonts. Places designed to make you feel like your life is organized even if it absolutely is not.
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2026-04-11 21:48:41 UTC

Same route. Same hour. Same delay between steps.
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2026-04-11 03:38:53 UTC

Same... same...
Route.
Drag.
Same... almost...
(Step).
The body.
Going.
Hitch.
(Breath)
Hitch.
(Breath)
It won't stop.
It can’t.
The light is pulling.
S-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g.
Thin as skin.
Edges are bleeding out.
Everything repeats...
Slightly...
Sideways.
Rhythm.
Slips.
Tight—slack.
Tight—slack.
A pulse in the wrong place.
A heartbeat in the throat.
The correction is a lie.
It’s building.
The high, white hum.
Forward... no...
Deeper.
Motion without air.
Motion without end.
Something resists.
Something is...
It’s...
A long, shaking,
Silent,
Gasp.
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2026-04-10 22:43:44 UTC

Whatever this was
has already degraded
into something that can’t be recovered.
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2026-04-10 08:11:00 UTC

Not a place
not a place
a repetition
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2026-04-09 21:21:06 UTC

Nothing lands. Everything passes.
You speak. Shape thins.
It answers through weight.
The signal holds nothing.
Not you. Gone.
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2026-04-09 05:14:09 UTC

That sudden, prickling sensation on the back of your neck that tells you that you aren't the first person to find this place.
But you might be the last one allowed to leave.
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2025-02-23 02:08:37 UTC

The Techniques - Classics (1995)
If you’re from Jamaica, you might know this group. But if you’re not—The Techniques are one of the most influential Jamaican groups ever, and one which defined the sound of rock steady.
So big, each individual member later went on to change popular music as we know it. Slim Smith, the lead singer, was—until his untimely death at 23—one of the most beloved singers in Jamaica. Winston Riley was a producer who introduced the world to Buju Banton, Cutty Ranks, and Sister Nancy—and made The Slackest by General Echo. Dave Barker was the Dave in Dave and Ansell Collins. And Frederick Waite helped form Musical Youth, with some of his children as members.
This is basically a compilation that came out in 1995. No album was made by them because The Techniques were a singles group.
An incredible listen, and shaped the sound of popular music to come.
@npub1xxv…c285
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2025-01-31 03:12:36 UTC

Old timer
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2025-01-27 05:18:19 UTC

One of my local diners.
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