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in the meantime: study, journal, read more books, sit in silence, listen to music, take walks, take the stairs, do more things alone, do more things with friends, take notice of the small wonders of the world, create a sacred space in your mind

One day I washed up on the shore and now I'm making it everyone's problem

readings: essays, articles & short stories pt. 2

the winter of civilisation

fruits we'll never taste, languages we'll never hear: the need for needless complexity

emily dickinson and the creative solitude of space

the lost art of looking at nature

the bowl, the ram and the folded map: navigating the complicated world

ada limón on preparing the body for a reopened world

before it was 'bittersweet', nostalgia was seen as a parasite

why alien languages could be far stranger than we imagine

the fig leaf, benjamin shane evans

cat pianos, sound-houses, and other imaginary musical instruments

of shark moves, shell shocks, and trash landings on the moon

as bright as a feather — ostriches, home dyeing, and the global plume trade

getting ahead, jonas karlsson

do these florida dolphins have a language?

the form of a demon and the heart of a person: kitagawa utamaro's prints of yamauba and kintarō (ca. 1800)

who needs ai text-generation when there's erasmus of rotterdam

when memories from fiction become part of who you are

how do transgender people remember their earlier selves?

I have to get in my journal and put a lot of thoughts down soon I have to get a needle to sew up my old journals I have to go through them first to make sure there’s nothing I want to bring to the new one there’s so much to work out on paper today and I am so beyond excited

I officially inform you that we have run out of flour and no food is available. Within two days, the flour may run out completely in the Gaza Strip.

We do not have flour and it is expensive because the occupation prevents its entry.

Donate to save our lives from famine.

we used to have rookie mag. That Petra Collins pic of her brother fox looking at the sunset on that hill. Now we have the manosphere...

The forest parts and the sword glows. Do you take it or leave it be?

Chantal Akerman on making Jeanne Dielman, 1975.