printers behave like that because the medieval monks they put out of work are haunting them
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printers behave like that because the medieval monks they put out of work are haunting them
Orchard House, home of Louisa May Alcott, in Concord, Massachusetts.
this is a lovely picture, but I do want to say that the photo makes it look like the house is in the middle of the woods
it is not
and it wasn’t when she lived there. it’s about a mile from Concord center- and while Concord’s not a huge town, it isn’t Nowhere, either. there are multiple houses of the same age around this one; there’s one directly across the street. a main road is just out of frame in this shot (behind the photographer, who I imagine is standing in the modern Orchard House parking lot)
I feel like there’s this misconception that so many writers from this period of New England literature were out in nature all the time, this tendency to mentally separate them from their communities. but in reality, LMA lived in a bustling town. Emily Dickinson’s house was right on Main Street in Amherst. Walden Pond is a popular outdoor recreation area just outside of Concord, and was even when Thoreau “lived deliberately” there
these people were not in splendid bucolic isolation. they were part of the human world around them. and that’s great! this beautiful snow-covered house was and is part of beautiful snow-covered Concord, with shops and other houses and a library and community and life!
Mid-June morning at the lake with lots of clover in the grass
It’s always a great day to check out a large stack of books from the library
do you think two pennies is still enough for the ferryman or has inflation driven up the fare
if he makes me use an app I am simply not crossing the river Styx.
“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
choosing to ignore my weirdly symbolic dream because i have a lot going on rn already
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Holland, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson
Hieronymus Bosch
having an iliad summer. doing a ton of brooding. might be blinded by selfishness and/or rage. considering unexpectedly dying to my hubris. hopefully that wont have devastating effects
Alex Dimitrov, from "Chance Visitors"