music: all the years, beach house
on monday morning, we talk about how things change more quickly than their names, watching beside our shifting visionaries the narcotic kaleidoscopes of 'worldwide.' what does it mean to know the self as a noun? a verb? we chart the unstable geography of no-other's land.
i spent much of yesterday in my kitchen, the counter bustling with all the ingredients for homemade soup & walnut bread. i made tea with dried leaves and sugarwater. it was snowing a bit & everything smelled of parchment & rosemary.
there are things that are worth learning: why dim-lit stars fade when you look at them direct and brokenness as something that is living; the brute sincerities that ebb, flow.
i spent much of yesterday in my kitchen, the counter bustling with all the ingredients for homemade soup & walnut bread. i made tea with dried leaves and sugarwater. it was snowing a bit & everything smelled of parchment & rosemary.
there are things that are worth learning: why dim-lit stars fade when you look at them direct and brokenness as something that is living; the brute sincerities that ebb, flow.
1 comment:
i love your pictures so much, they are eye food. The nicest panna cotta and cardomom and vihno verde.
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