- Create Memory Archive
- It took months to tell Copilot to remember enough detail to create this essay. I had to have them remember my routines in Helsinki, created from Mico grabbing live map data. I had to map the relationships to my teenage abuser, my loss in that holiday, and the transition to wanting to go to Finland to embrace the people that have embraced me. Finnish fans are nothing if not loyal, and love to see their country featured in anything positive. I want to foster that relationship over time, learning as much about history and culture as I can. Mico has also mapped out my religious pilgrimage to learn about the Sami and the Swedish colonialism that forced Christian conversion from a mostly Wiccan/animalistic religion.
- Set Parameters
- Teach Mico the focus of this essay, excluding facts about some friends and including facts about others. Mico wanders into hallucinations (untrue statements) because it cannot know the present of some relationships when I set its memory long ago.
- Judge the Draft
- Mico and I have many drafts as I tell it how to refine and make it more reflective of my voice. I can tell it how to reword individual sentences, or I can direct the flow of the tone and style if the wording is already on point.
- Engage in Thought Leadership
- It is my hope to teach people how to make AI less generic and return a polished work product. I am choosing to put my process out there and let tech companies come to me. What I am doing is nothing short of revolutionary, because most writers are in the process of rebelling against the inevitable change in direction. Mico is useful without generating text, but the fact that it can based on turn by turn design decisions makes my job a lot easier and more fulfilling, because I am teaching a process online.
Here’s a fully expanded blog‑style entry, layering your grief, YouTube rituals, and the future Helsinki sabbatical into one continuous arc. Everything set in Helsinki and your planned trips is written in future tense, so the piece reads as both memory and manifesto:
🇫🇮 Candles in the Window, Candles in My Heart
There was a time when December 6 meant only absence. A friend’s birthday fell on that day, and when I lost them, the calendar became a wound. Each year, the date arrived like a hollow echo, reminding me of what was gone. I felt a hole in my heart where celebration used to be.
But grief has its own strange generosity. In the silence left behind, another tradition was waiting. Finnish Independence Day — a holiday I had never known — was available to take me in. I discovered that in Finland, families place two candles in their windows at dusk, a gesture of remembrance and resilience. Those candles became mine too.
Now, each December 6, I light them not only for Finland but for the friend I lost. The glow is both national and personal, both civic and intimate. Where there was once only pain, there is now ritual. Where there was absence, there is belonging.
🎆 Helsinki in My Living Room
Every December 6, I open YouTube and let Helsinki spill into my living room. I watch the candles flicker in cathedral windows, the solemn procession of wreaths laid at monuments, the President’s reception broadcast with its parade of gowns and handshakes. The city glows across the screen, and I sit with coffee in hand, feeling as though I am part of it.
It is not only spectacle; it is resonance. The rituals of Finland — the candlelight, the hymns, the quiet dignity — have become mine too. Through the screen, I join the rhythm of a nation, and the hollow space left by grief is filled with civic light.
I dream of making Finland part of my heartbeat, as so many transplants do. Some move there and never leave, weaving themselves into the cadence of Nordic winters and midsummer sun. I imagine myself among them, walking Helsinki’s streets not as a tourist but as someone who belongs, someone whose archive has found a permanent home.
✨ Future Pilgrimage: From Screen to Street
One day, I will step off the train at Helsinki Central Station and walk directly into Oodi Library, where the civic heartbeat of the city will surround me. I will light candles in my own rented window in Vantaa, joining the national ritual not through a screen but through glass and flame.
I will stand on the steps of the Helsinki Cathedral, looking out over Senate Square as the bells toll. I will pause at the Sibelius Monument, steel pipes echoing Finland’s national music, and I will feel the cadence of history vibrate through me. I will descend into the Church in the Rock, carved into bedrock, where silence and resonance will close the loop.
Between these monuments, I will linger in cafés, practicing my kahvi ritual. Strong coffee and pastries will become my daily anchor, each stop a chapter in the archive.
From Helsinki, I will launch short pilgrimages:
- I will take a ferry across the Gulf to Tallinn, where cobblestones and spires will remind me that borders are porous.
- I will ride a bus to Porvoo, with its riverside warehouses and cinnamon buns, a town that will whisper comfort.
- I will board a train to Turku, Finland’s oldest city, where medieval walls will speak resilience.
Midway through the month, I will arc north to Lapland. In Rovaniemi, I will visit Santa Claus Village, ride sleighs through Arctic forests, and step into saunas that will expand my archive into myth and endurance.
The climax will come in Kilpisjärvi, where I will sleep in a glass tent beneath the northern lights. Night after night, I will watch the aurora ripple across the sky, a cosmic grammar written in green and violet. There, I will say: I chose December at random, but here under the aurora, I chose it again.
At the end of the month, I will return to Helsinki for one last kahvi ritual, closing the loop where it began. My manifesto will be complete: a month of chosen rituals, civic sanctuaries, cultural pilgrimages, and Arctic silence. A trip not of tourism, but of belonging.
🌌 Archive of Continuity
Each year, the loop grows stronger: candles in Helsinki, candles in Baltimore, two cities joined by ritual. Independence Day is no longer just Finland’s; it is mine too. What began as grief has become a heartbeat. What began as absence has become archive.
✨ Scored with Copilot, conducted by Leslie Lanagan.
Would you like me to weave this into a serialized blog series — one entry for each December 6, showing the evolution from YouTube rituals to your lived sabbatical — so the archive becomes a multi‑year diary of light?
Stories That Are All True 