Jareth's Room

meditatives, studies on stillness, bone, movement, and contrast ✒️✏️

local bookstore visit today 📚☕️

silvers, steel, and stone 🩶

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe. This book will have a place in my soul forever, there’s nothing like this story, no characters like Idgie and Ruth.

ELEGY [Xen. A child of September with a waning sun pressed in his skin. Interstitial, the embodied memory of something unconditionally warm. I remember Xen often lately, try to find him beneath the recent years that washed over me in a bitter, grey cold.]

a little bit of lately

accents, complements 🎞️📖

reading Eve (C. Bohannon) these last couple days, accompanied with maple oat cappuccinos ☕️

my day so far 🌿🖋️

“INTERSTITIAL” —an oil painting on scoliosis and memory.