The Imbrication of Study and Sentiment.

Anika, 21, blogging from a Neolithic grave. Northern "Canadian", Stoic, Chopper of Garlic. This is just a personal blog.

[diaryofandnwoman]

This is the link to more details of the art and artist.

Architecture of return, escape (The British Museum)

[charnel-grounds]

Stonecirclesampler - Out at sea

[agirlnamedbone]

Hannah Voteur (Burningword, '25)

[friendswithclay]

“Mug with stamped decor”

[notsoterriblymisanthropic]

This house swallows me up. My fixation on finding a home has become a nest-building compulsion, the fear of eviction becomes an embedding, becomes an unattended demonstration, becomes a tale of seeking and finding, becomes settling like dust, becomes a resting place, becomes the solution of finality I’m desiring - and the windows and walls close up like sphincters and I am permanently renting now. You can’t evict me if there aren’t any doors. I delete the doors. It has to be possible. It has to be possible.

Myrtle Cross, zero ambitions in your rented bedroom

[sleepinwhileyouredoingyourbest]

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Elias Rønnenfelt prod. Dean Blunt (2025)

[godzilla-reads]

February 16; “The Shell” by Mary Webb, from An Animal Poem For Every Day of the Year edited by Jane McMorland Hunter

[aurorepeuffier]

This time, I'm doing animation on seashells.

[hyperions-fate]

Sorry, but you still have to struggle and nurture your love for the human world. There is no other way.

[unhistorical]

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Swan Lake, Op. 20 (1877), Act III, No. 17 Entrance of the Guests and Waltz 

[sobcat]

[parkchanwoohoo]

I love seeing stores and cafes that display and sell shitty local art. Everybody on the planet should be making shitty local art. Everyone in the community should get to see what shitty local art everyone else is making. Eventually you will find something and be like hold on. This weirdly speaks to me. I've never seen anything quite like this, whether because of this person's idiosyncratic style or strange choice of subject matter or what. And suddenly your favorite piece of art is a collage painting done by a woman who waits tables during the day and does roller derby at night and uses the excess flyers and paper menus from both places of work to make amateur art on the weekends and you realize this is such a bizarre combination of circumstances that has produced something so striking to you, how lucky you are to live in a world where this got to exist and you got to see it

[crimethinc]

We've prepared a zine version of our text "It’s Safer in the Front."

Please print these out and distribute them in your community!

https://crimethinc.com/zines/its-safer-in-the-front

“Counterintuitive though it is, in a confusing situation, often the best—if not safest—place to be is the front lines, so you can see what is going on around you.” 🏴

[piss-piggy]

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[days-of-reading]

Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts

[apoemaday]

The Mower

by Philip Larkin

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.

[vintagewildlife]

Grizzly bears eating salmon By: C. C. Lockwood From: Nature's Unlovables 1990