fieldnotes of a solitude

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happy august 1st

making a mood board

Meditation, so I’ve heard, is best accomplished if you entertain a certain strict posture. Frankly, I prefer just to lounge under a tree. So why should I think I could ever be successful? Some days I fall asleep, or land in that even better place — half-asleep — where the world, spring, summer, autumn, winter — flies through my mind in its hardy ascent and its uncompromising descent. So I just lie like that, while distance and time reveal their true attitudes: they never heard of me, and never will, or ever need to. Of course I wake up finally thinking, how wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints — all that glorious, temporary stuff.

a delicious meal

three little kittens

*me logging ratatouille on letterboxd for the 4th time this week*

pack your tote bag to the brim with books, a journal and a pen, sunglasses, water bottle, clementines, a cinnamon bun, and a blanket, and go sit on a rock in the sun with an ocean view and a soft breeze in the air.

5am

50's diner

spinning

sunrise

a newfound appreciation for field recording

summer walk

sunrise