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barstow, CA. 2014.
2006-06-11
Vase with Myosotis and Peonies (1886) by Vincent van Gogh
while the administrative systems by which a person remains technically in charge of herself are, for the moment, nominally intact, my interior state is beginning to resemble an effy stonem season 3โ4 crash out.
which is to say, conditions appear to be deteriorating.
i just bought a pack of american spirits from a clerk i haven't seen since the last time i smoked a cigarette. right before auntie faye passed in 2017.
by some unlikely clemency of fate or physics,ย the lighter's the same one from then.
Mon cadeau ce soir ...
Yuja Wang apporte sa virtuositรฉ caractรฉristique ร la ยซ Rhapsody in Blue ยป de Gershwin, interprรฉtรฉe ici aux cรดtรฉs de Mahler Chamber Orchestra
Certain artists do something and a new emotion is brought into the world; its real meaning lies outside of history and the chains of causality. Human consciousness moves, but it is not a leap; it is one inch. One inch is a small jump, but that jump is everything. You go way out and then you have to come back โ to see if you can move that inch.
Philip Guston, I Paint What I Want to See
i keep disappearing into the middle distance. when i return, more often than not, i find myself staring at the face of his watch on my wrist. it keeps sliding around because it's too big. the folding clasp won't take up the slack.
Photographer Chris Levitan captured a rare and mesmerizing moment involving Capella, the brightest star in the constellation Auriga. Without any editing, his lens recorded an intriguing figure of double inverted triangles, likely caused by the diffraction of light in an ice crystal that passed through the exact angle as soon as the camera clicked.
Capella, with its apparent magnitude of +0.24, is one of the brightest stars in the night sky, positioning itself as a cosmic beacon 42.2 light-years away. Its proximity to the Celestial North Pole makes it even more special for astronomers and sky lovers alike.
someday you will be loved โ death cab for cutie
the private weather of that year
i first read harold and maude in ninth grade, at an age when life still felt faintly enchanted. i found the book during lunch, beneath my favorite tree. it was a library paperback, already soft at the corners, not from the school but from the burlingame public library.
i read it afterward in class, hidden behind my textbook.
i loved it with a private devotion and could never bring myself to watch the film version. some affections resist translation.
harold is a boy preoccupied with endings, as though familiarity with the macabre might dull its edge. he rehearses. he prepares. maude moves through the world with a luminous irresponsibility, alive to the mild astonishments of being here at all. pleasure, for her, is not indulgence but attention. between them, the book allows a relationship to form that is as improbable as it is earnest, and entirely uninterested in being made palatable.
i read it twice and returned it to the library reluctantly.
what stayed with me was the bookโs peculiar tenderness. i keep it close to the version of myself who first encountered it, an unguarded girl, bright and unpracticed in renunciation, willing to be changed by what she loved. it belongs to the private weather of that year.
there are those who spend their lives memorizing the shape of endings. and there are those who move through the world as though it were something perishable, possessing an easily bruised ephemerality that makes it worth savoring while it lasts.
the book makes its preference plain.