THE CHAIR STAYEDYOU ARE STILL HEREIT'S ALWAYS TODAYNOW SERVING: 847THE ROOM SURVIVED. I DID TOOTHE CHAIR STAYEDYOU ARE STILL HEREIT'S ALWAYS TODAYNOW SERVING: 847THE ROOM SURVIVED. I DID TOO
Essays by Buse · mirrored from MediumVol. I — July 2026
The Wind
w Archive
"Essays on rooms, clocks, and the people who leave them" — updated when something needs holding still
Cover — "Seven Small Joys," drawn entirely in CSSThe essays live on Medium; every card below opens one
Section A · LettersThe Window Archive · p. 2
A Letter From the Writer
From a desk in Berlin · Filed July 2026 · Read time 2 min
This is not a magazine, exactly. It is a front door. Everything behind it lives on Medium — essays about fathers and kitchens, clocks stuck at six, waiting rooms where hope takes a number, and the good people who keep a room intact while someone in it is being hurt. Every card below is a window; click one and it opens.
An archive is just a house where nothing has to be thrown away — only moved to another room.
I write to hold things still. Pressed flat and named, the water gets a little lighter to stand in. Some of these essays are maps, some are inventories, one is a bureaucratic complaint filed against a ghost. They are collected here in one place so the rooms can talk to each other.
New essays appear as they are published. The chair stays.
From Berlin,BUSE
In Brief · Four lines from the essaysp. 3
Atlantis
“You don’t notice the tide going out. You notice the shore is dry.”
Wonderland
“We loved each other. But we weren’t speaking the same time.”
Kabul
“Once you’ve seen the stars through glass, a ceiling is just a lid.”
The Department
“I didn’t get the approval. But I got my Tuesday back.”