maybe I'm being overly nostalgic but I feel like my posting habits have changed a lot & I miss talking to you about stuff. books, mainly. there's been too much life, not enough quiet, not enough time spent thinking. I miss long nights talking to strangers. not sure if anyone even reads this blog anymore or if there are just tens of thousands of ghosts in my inbox but I would like a return to this space where it feels small, safe, calm, warm, if that's possible.
what are you reading? what hurts? what's in your thoughts? what are you noticing? what daydreams do you enter in between? when was your last really good cup of coffee? have you been to the library lately? what's been playing in your headphones? did you see a beautiful bit of light anywhere?
I've been obsessing over memoirs, poems in the second person, short novels, strange phrasing. I'm listening to a lot of ravel, piano mainly. I keep writing about work, working, workplaces. I've noticed a trend of absurdist images in my conversations. I'm trying to be better at replying and listening. I need more time for everything these days