This site now lives at llwyn.place as well as zachary.e-worm.club.

I wanted a domain that feels more appropriate to my life as it is now– more woods and old crafts, old words and old stories than scrambled-brain programming for the hyper-alienated internet age. A domain that can comfortably house tales of ancient Finnish band-weaving and contemporary geomancy and sewing thick woolen coats.

Llwyn[1] is a Middle-Welsh word for thicket, bush, woodland, grove. Apparently in poetry it meant the secret-meeting-place of lovers. I'd have used the old welsh but loin.place doesn't quite the same feeling. Collwyn (hazel grove) is nice but too easy to pronounce.

[1] search llwyn here

As a modern, it's a bit cruel for me to tear this word from the wild woods and plop it down as the title for my personal internet narrative. My adoption of llwyn is aspirational: to become a person of place in the woods, to become place, to become woods, to live in lineage (some of my ancestors had "llwyn" in their names). To use English to voice this aspiration– the language of trade, lies, deal-making, and Thievery– would dull it. May the words I write here honor all that llwyn means to cultures past and present. And may I one-day settle into a wild place and cultivate timeless beauty there.