Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.

Kelly Link, 21st April 2026

Saj Issa - Crocodile Crown

The Coffeyville Weekly Journal, Kansas, May 11, 1894

inscription on the sword of a Giovanni della Bande Nere statue on the facade of the Uffizi Gallery, Florence, Italy.

“Memento mori” burial robes (17th-19th centuries)

cancel your plans we’re thinking about the pale blue dot voyager pic tonight

this image of earth from saturn rattles around in my skull at all hours of the day