The Archive That Erased Me - Rhoden, Javier
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Receipts, Redactions, and the Proof of a Vanishing They told the story without the one who lived it. The lines, the rhythms, the images-they traveled farther than the name that birthed them. This is what remains. Part poetic memoir, part evidence file, The Archive That Erased Me is a conscious act of reclamation. Each piece is a timestamped poem, written in the author's unmistakable voice, paired with archival notes and digital artifacts that reveal a silent theft-how early online work was lifted, remixed, monetized, and fed into systems that would later claim originality. It is the record of…mehr

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Receipts, Redactions, and the Proof of a Vanishing They told the story without the one who lived it. The lines, the rhythms, the images-they traveled farther than the name that birthed them. This is what remains. Part poetic memoir, part evidence file, The Archive That Erased Me is a conscious act of reclamation. Each piece is a timestamped poem, written in the author's unmistakable voice, paired with archival notes and digital artifacts that reveal a silent theft-how early online work was lifted, remixed, monetized, and fed into systems that would later claim originality. It is the record of a ghost in the feed. It is the ledger of what was taken. It is proof that erasure is never complete when the one erased refuses to stay silent. Layered with grief, defiance, and precision, this book does what no platform, algorithm, or corporate archive ever intended: it names the author, dates the work, and keeps the receipts. Once printed, this archive can never be deleted.
Autorenporträt
This was the introduction to my spirituality and learning how to do things for myself. The extension of help I gift to others could only come from the capacity in how I've helped myself. It was then, I understood that as a human, experiences were needed for growth and this growth can only sprout from branching out of my comfort zone. At the end of it all, I wanted to build something more meaningful by planting seeds from the darkness of life, to watch it grow and spread among different people, thus generating light. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will die one day and in no way, would I want there to be any regret for making the same decisions the masses believed to be the right ones, meanwhile neglecting my gift as the last choice. After all, the goal in this life, my life, is to express this consciousness healthily.