吉田 遠志 Yoshida Tōshi, Autumn in Hakone Museum (1954)

Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Show & Tell
DEAR READER
Claire Keane

Love Begins

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird

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吉田 遠志 Yoshida Tōshi, Autumn in Hakone Museum (1954)
What autumn in Paris looks like : cozy bookshops, ladybug visits and long walks through the city 🍂
october, finally
spent one of the season's rainiest days sipping coffee, catching up reading and making sense of old notes
The first few books this year have been coincidentally red. With Tom Holland’s Dominion, I’ve found myself reading history that I’m not entirely familiar with and that isn’t strictly my business or about me. In other words, I’ve been able to have pure fun with this one. Elena Knows by Claudia Piñeiro pierced through me. I’ve often described books as cascading, and this was one of them. Finally, addressing my fascination with archives: the Asia Society’s 1968 issue of its journal, Contemporary India. The issues it contends with are at once similar, familiar, and so far away: foodgrain shortages, Cold War rivalries, and India’s border disputes.
22.06.2025
Another photo from my camping trip and some more notes about neurogenesis.
black iced americano
𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤
we've been getting sunshine again and I'm big time living for it
finished butter—thinking about hunger, cooking, being alone—so much swirling in me—read a bunch of papers on making borders—thinking about imagining spatial bounds of freedom—something is crashing together in my head, don't know what yet
a snowy saturday morning ✧ all the lovers in the night might be the best book i read this year, and it’s only january 11!
this may on the surface seem contrary to my entire Vibe, but hear me out. here's my big hater take: the concept of galentines/palentines day is stupid.
if you're unaware, it's a sort of unofficial "friends version" of valentine's day, typically the day before, coined in (or at least popularized by) an episode of parks and rec.
and, okay, to preface: this is not some kind of value judgment or an indictment on you personally, reader, for the ways you like to celebrate and have fun with your friends. more power to you! but i am here to be a hater
on the surface i get that the point is people are busy with their partners on valentine's day and so (and this was how it was presented on parks and rec) you set aside another day for your friends. and so on the surface i like that idea a lot. but then i stop and think about it and i'm like. how are people going to claim that they view platonic love as equally important and that valentine's day is for all types of love if then they turn around they're like oh sorry we have to create a silly teehee version that's for friends... it feels the same as when i had friends that would be like "valentine's day is for you too <3" and then ignore me for the rest of the day, even knowing how difficult it was for me. like, oh? is it really now? it's for me? ok.
i understand there is limited time in a day but if you're going to celebrate platonic love then do it with your whole chest, you cowards. call your friends your valentines and spend time with them that day and give them flowers. you don't need to make up a cutesy version that sends a clear and unambiguous message that "oh, don't worry, this is my FRIEND, this isn't serious real love" so that amatonormativity can be sufficiently upheld. blech. yes i am speaking in an echo chamber yes i'm difficult to please. but i'm also right
good morning!
wednesday what’s in my bag
Skip Whitcomb, A Winter Evening Walk Home, No Left Turn, 2024, Pastel on handmade paper
december mornings + afternoons