#eskew

[transarchivist]

ghosts; alice isn't dead, i am in eskew

[aworsening]

My name is David Ward. I am in Eskew.

city song - daughers / I am in Eskew / parties paranoia violence - olivia sparrow / advertisements for architecture - bernard tschumi

[angryducktimemachine]

Holy Trinity.

[crustaceousfaggot]

I'm curious because I've seen Eskew on a lot of rec lists but never seem to meet anyone who's actually listened to it, and because the type of podcast that Eskew is means that the amount of fandom content on Tumblr doesn't necessarily accurately reflect audience size.

Considering reblogging, I refuse to tag this with a bunch of irrelevant podcast fandom tags but I'd still really like it if this was able to get out to the wider audio drama community.

[baeba]

this is how David looks like walking around Eskew.

[bulkhummus]

david ward

[spacehorrors]

I AM IN ESKEW

anne carson / h. james hoff / sputnik shuffle / valzhyna mort / the city by c. p cavafy translated by edmund kelly / jenny holzer / richard silken / helge windisch / i am in eskew

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[mississpissi]

“david ward should be at the club!” NO. he went and he did NOT like it. he should be at hom- wait no. he should go to the park- wait no. he should get on a plane and go on vaca- wait no. he should spend some time with frien- wait no. he should go to the movie- wait no. he should try some meditati- wait no. he should try gardeni- wait no. he should go on a date- wait no. maybe. um… maybe he should just. stand there. very still. and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[thlayyli]

Its face was wide, and white, and clownish, as if drawn in chalk. Its eyes were black and round and horribly empty even as they stared down at him, and its mouth was set in a grin that never moved. Like a painting, he tells me. Like a sketch upon the surface of the air, a mocking caricature of a human skull. It was wearing his mother’s dress, the same dress she wore the night when she left, and in its long-fingered hand it held his mother’s face like a purse, empty and eyeless and drooping, a mask of skin.

Its face seemed to fill the sky.

Ive always wanted to draw this scene! Ive had a very strong image of it in my head every since i first listened to it. Pls turn your brightness up!

[annabelle--cane]

look. jon is perhaps the unluckiest man in the world. he has a haters club dedicated to him and he's also a member. he died twice. he's been stabbed 2-4 times depending on how you define stabbing. I love jon for his pathetic wet cat energy, so know that I am by no means maligning him when I say that david ward is even worse. jon is at least still capable of having conversations with human people that aren't 100% certain to end in terrible grisly death, but david is not. every time david makes a friend they either get pulled apart or replaced with a shell. david has been given several visions of having fake children just so he could feel grief for them at their inevitable deaths. david has not experienced a single molecule of dopamine in decades. david is so thoroughly damp and drenched with despair that this is hardly even a question to me. hashtag vote david ward for most pathetic wet cat podcast man 2k23.

[rageclownz]

David Ward’s relationship with being seen, known, and understood is one of my favorite things about I am in Eskew. Take these two quotes:

Of course.

Like me, the city wants to be witnessed.

It wants to be understood.

(I am in Eskew, episode 27: “Breakout”)

But then there’s:

And although I was curious to see what lay at the other side of the tunnel, I was also petrified by the possibility of being seen by anyone - a mugger, a policeman, my mother, anyone - who might ask me what I was doing out here so late by myself.

The awful possibility that someone might try to hurt me or help me.

The awful possibility of being seen.

(I am in Eskew, episode 30: “The Boy Who Saw Cracks In The World”)

David wants to be known. He wants to be understood. But he’s afraid of it. He is afraid of how much Eskew knows him, about how connected they are. It’s one of the reasons the podcast ends the way it does.

[superhumanfoods]

today in tumblr history tma fans discovered what happens when you try to claim your beleaguered archivist is the most hard-done-by man in podcasting: a legion of weird, gaunt eskew fans come crawling spiderlike out of the vents and peer at you with their haunted eyes as they whisper "david lived in his own walls once because a package was too intimidating. i'll eat you. i swear i'll fucking eat you"

[captain-lovelace]

“Ohhhh Jon Magnusarchives is a wet cat” something lived in David Ward’s walls and it eventually took over his entire apartment and forced HIM to start living in the walls instead. And then it tried to fumigate him. Jon Magnusarchives is a wet cat? Jon Magnusarchives is a wet cat? David Ward once tried to kill a bug and almost got killed by it instead. David Ward worked a corporate desk job in Eskew. David Ward wasn’t worried about contracting a horrible illness because it made you work and, in his words, he’s “never had an especially pronounced inclination towards work”. Jon Magnusarchives fucking WISHES he could have the pathetic man swag that David suffers under the crushing weight of

[crustaceousfaggot]

"This is a city that demands your attention; that wants nothing more than to reveal itself to you, over and over, and there are times when it will loom up in your face ...and there’s nothing you can do but stand there and pray, and wait for it to be over." (I Am In Eskew, Episode 2)

You guys don't understand how much this podcast has changed me as a person

[baeba]

Which one of you mfs was gonna tell me David Ward would personally go out of his way to make ME feel guilty while he endures the horrors

[cybererotic]

blog like we're all in eskew