Homesick
I’m homesick for a time when people were just people, not layers of complicated emotions and traumas and hopes and expectations.
I’m homesick for a time when people were just people, not layers of complicated emotions and traumas and hopes and expectations.
We walked a lot of the year, including the winter.
I’ve gotten much better at enjoying things.
When I see these things in a real bookstore, I could be convinced there’s a conspiracy afoot.
But to me, endings have always been quiet.
You can’t predict the revolution based on a single incident—sorry TikTok astrology gurus.
While nearly everything we see is not reducible to merely perceptual phenomena, all of it is at a minimum a perceptual phenomena.
I’m feeling an invitation to linger a while longer in each moment, in each day, in each year.
Whatever it is, it’s always better watching together.
It is astonishing that a game released in 2011 has been continuously updated and hasn’t increased in price.