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const CONTENT = {
  Stories: {
    id: "stories",
    kind: "Folder 01 / Stories",
    title: "Stories",
    titleStyle: "marker",
    blurb: "fictions of life in various forms of art that help imitate emotions.",
    accent: "#ff1f8f",
    entries: [
      {
        id: "s1",
        title: "the girl who set fire to her diary",
        date: "Spring · 2024",
        pages: [
          { title: "the girl who set fire to her diary", date: "entry no. 01", body: "she said the worst thing about being seventeen is that no one believes you when you say you're tired.\n\nso she lit a match on the back step, dropped it onto five hundred pages of bad poetry and watched the smoke do that funny little curl it does when something honest finally leaves." },
          { title: "", date: "entry no. 02", body: "the neighbours called the fire brigade.\n\nshe told them she was burning her sadness. they wrote it down on the report like it was a real address.\n\n— note to self: keep writing. don't burn the next one." },
          { title: "", date: "entry no. 03", body: "PS. mum says the new diary has to live in the kitchen drawer.\n\nfine. but i'm keeping the matches." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "s2",
        title: "saturday, late, on the fire escape",
        date: "Summer · 2024",
        pages: [
          { title: "saturday, late, on the fire escape", date: "entry no. 01", body: "the city was pink that night. or maybe i was. either way the whole skyline looked like it had been spray-painted by someone in a hurry.\n\nwe shared a cigarette i didn't actually want, and i kept it lit just to have something to do with my hands." },
          { title: "", date: "entry no. 02", body: "you said the buildings looked like teeth.\n\ni said the moon looked like a bruise.\n\nwe both agreed it was the best saturday of the year." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "s3",
        title: "boys who write songs about other girls",
        date: "Autumn · 2024",
        pages: [
          { title: "boys who write songs about other girls", date: "entry no. 01", body: "all of them. every single one. i don't make the rules, i just live here." },
          { title: "", date: "entry no. 02", body: "the trick is to write a better song about him first.\n\nthat way when he hears it on the radio he has to sit very still and pretend it doesn't sting." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "s4",
        title: "a short story about a long bus ride",
        date: "Winter · 2025",
        pages: [
          { title: "a short story about a long bus ride", date: "entry no. 01", body: "she got on at stop 14. she got off somewhere she didn't recognise.\n\nshe kept the ticket in her back pocket for weeks like it was proof of something." },
          { title: "", date: "entry no. 02", body: "in the end the bus didn't take her anywhere new.\n\nbut for an hour and forty minutes she got to be a stranger, and that was almost the same thing." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "s5",
        title: "tomboy at the laundromat",
        date: "March · 2025",
        pages: [
          { title: "tomboy at the laundromat", date: "entry no. 01", body: "she was folding black t-shirts at 11pm and humming something off-key.\n\ni didn't ask her name. i wrote about her anyway." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "s6",
        title: "the night the moon was pink",
        date: "April · 2025",
        pages: [
          { title: "the night the moon was pink", date: "entry no. 01", body: "everyone in the building came out onto the street. nobody talked. we just stood there with our heads tilted back like a flock of very tired birds." },
          { title: "", date: "entry no. 02", body: "for ten minutes nobody was angry about anything.\n\ni think that's the closest thing to a miracle i'll ever see in this city." }
        ]
      }
    ]
  },
  "Collection of Favorites": {
    id: "favs",
    kind: "Folder 02 / Mixtape",
    title: "Collection of Favorites",
    titleStyle: "punk",
    blurb: "essays, thoughts, sentences and poems. things to go back to until they stop working & then a little after.",
    accent: "#ff3aa0",
    entries: [
      {
        id: "f1",
        title: "songs that taste like running away",
        date: "Mixtape · A-side",
        pages: [
          { title: "songs that taste like running away", date: "track list", body: "01. the one with the drum fill at 0:47\n02. the one that mum hated\n03. the one i played 92 times in december\n04. the cover that's better than the original\n05. the one i can't listen to in public anymore\n06. the one for the bus" },
          { title: "", date: "track list cont.", body: "07. the slow one. yes that one.\n08. the four-minute scream\n09. the one that opens with a phone call\n10. the song that ends side A — always.\n\n(write your own list on the back. that's the whole point.)" }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "f2",
        title: "movie scenes i rewind on purpose",
        date: "Reel · 01",
        pages: [
          { title: "movie scenes i rewind on purpose", date: "list of greats", body: "→ the kiss in the rain that isn't really a kiss\n→ the diner fight where nobody throws a punch\n→ the long shot that won't end\n→ any scene with a payphone\n→ the dance in the kitchen at 2am" },
          { title: "", date: "list of greats cont.", body: "→ the road movie ending where the car just keeps going\n→ a girl putting on lipstick badly on purpose\n→ a band playing to an empty bar\n→ anything with a polaroid in it" }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "f3",
        title: "lines i wish i'd written",
        date: "Quotebook",
        pages: [
          { title: "lines i wish i'd written", date: "borrowed bright things", body: "\"we were unbearable and then we were beautiful and then we were tired.\"\n\n\"call me up if you find anyone worth loving. i'll do the same.\"\n\n\"i don't want to be liked. i want to be remembered for being slightly difficult.\"" },
          { title: "", date: "borrowed bright things", body: "\"the city smells like rain and old perfume and i love it for both.\"\n\n\"some nights you just have to put eyeliner on and lie about your day.\"" }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "f4",
        title: "outfits i had feelings in",
        date: "Closet inventory",
        pages: [
          { title: "outfits i had feelings in", date: "documented dress code", body: "→ black tights with the hole in the left knee\n→ the oversized hoodie that smells like a different house\n→ red lipstick i can never quite match\n→ the boots i can't run in\n→ the jacket i wore to every important thing for two years" }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "f5",
        title: "places i go to feel okay",
        date: "Map · pink ink",
        pages: [
          { title: "places i go to feel okay", date: "personal cartography", body: "01. the bench by the canal, 6am, before the joggers\n02. the back booth of the diner on 4th\n03. the record store with the rude cat\n04. the rooftop at L's apartment, summer only\n05. the bookshop with the broken bell" }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "f6",
        title: "small saviours",
        date: "Pocket-sized",
        pages: [
          { title: "small saviours", date: "things that have rescued me", body: "→ a really cold can of something on a really hot afternoon\n→ a voice note from a friend who isn't trying to fix it\n→ a stranger's dog\n→ a song that ends on the exact right chord\n→ writing it down" }
        ]
      }
    ]
  },
  "By -e": {
    id: "by-e",
    kind: "Folder 03 / Authored",
    title: "By -e",
    titleStyle: "marker",
    blurb: "amateur vomit of feelings throughout the years.",
    accent: "#ff1f8f",
    entries: [
      {
        id: "e1",
        title: "a manifesto, written at 2am, mostly serious",
        date: "Manifesto",
        pages: [
          { title: "a manifesto", date: "written at 2:14am", body: "i. softness is a discipline.\nii. anger is allowed if you learn to aim it.\niii. you can love a city and hate it on the same tuesday.\niv. write the email. send the email." },
          { title: "", date: "written at 2:14am cont.", body: "v. there is no version of you that needs to be smaller for someone else's comfort.\nvi. the best art is made by people who are slightly embarrassed about it.\nvii. pink is not a personality but it's a very good warning sign.\nviii. go home when you're done." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "e2",
        title: "letter to the girl i was at fifteen",
        date: "Open letter",
        pages: [
          { title: "letter to the girl i was at fifteen", date: "from me, now", body: "dear you,\n\nyou were right about almost everything. you were wrong about him, but you already knew that and you wrote it down anyway. that's how i know you were a writer before you knew it.\n\nthe music you like is going to last. the friends won't all. that's fine." },
          { title: "", date: "from me, now", body: "you are going to be too much for some people and exactly enough for the right ones. please don't waste a single year trying to figure out which is which — just keep showing up loud.\n\nwear the boots.\n\n— love, me" }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "e3",
        title: "an essay about wanting",
        date: "Essay · draft 3",
        pages: [
          { title: "an essay about wanting", date: "draft three", body: "i have spent most of my twenties trying to want less. it has not worked, and i don't recommend it.\n\nthe trick, i think, is to want bigger and more honest things. wanting a small life because you think you don't deserve a loud one is the cheapest kind of grief." },
          { title: "", date: "draft three", body: "so: i want everything. i want all of it. i want to be tired from the right reasons and full of the right people and writing the thing i can't quite finish.\n\nthat's the whole essay. you can have it." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "e4",
        title: "things i learned from punk shows",
        date: "Field notes",
        pages: [
          { title: "things i learned from punk shows", date: "field notes", body: "→ the loudest person isn't always the angriest.\n→ the angriest person isn't always loud.\n→ you can cry in a moshpit and nobody minds.\n→ wear shoes you can stand in for four hours.\n→ tip the band." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "e5",
        title: "an apology to my own handwriting",
        date: "Half-poem",
        pages: [
          { title: "an apology to my own handwriting", date: "half-poem", body: "for years i tried to make you smaller, neater, more like a font.\n\ni am sorry.\n\nyou were never meant to be a font.\nyou were meant to be the sound of me thinking, in pink, with the lid off." }
        ]
      },
      {
        id: "e6",
        title: "rules for a saturday",
        date: "Lifestyle",
        pages: [
          { title: "rules for a saturday", date: "non-negotiable", body: "01. no work email before noon.\n02. eyeliner before you decide if you're going out.\n03. one walk, one record, one phone call.\n04. write something, even one line.\n05. be kind to whoever you live with, including the cat." }
        ]
      }
    ]
  }
};

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