LandonLarsen @LandonLarsen

My name is Landon Alexander Larsen. I am aware of how that sounds when I say it aloud, how names are meant to anchor a person to something real. I repeat it sometimes just to confirm that it still belongs to me

I live my dogs rocket a German shepherd and Lyla a mini-Australian shepherd. I love them in a sentimental way but also in a precise way. I tracked the rhythm of their breathing, the patterns and their movement, their certainty of their dependence. They trust me completely because trust is rare, and once you notice it, it's impossible to ignore

I collect bottle caps, especially old vintage ones. Rusted edges. Faded colors. Corporate optimism decaying into metal fragments. That habit came from Fallout, a world where civilization collapsed but branding survived. I understand that logic when I line the caps up, I imagine the hand that discarded them, the moment they stopped being useful, the silence that followed.

I also collect coins. Most people think they are purely representation of wealth. They are wrong. Coins are evidence. Faces stamped into metal to demand remembrance wars empires promises-compressed and circulated until the details were down. I like to hold them long enough to feel how smooth they become and how many lives they passed through before reaching mine.

There is comfort in objects that outlast people. They don't pretend they don't forget. They simply endure.

Sometimes I wonder if that's what I'm doing too enduring polished down by time trying to see what remains once all the surface meaning has been rubbed away. I look closely because if there is nothing underneath, I want to know before it's too late