chaste waste

A Black Legacy, Wrapped Up in Fur

The Legacy of Sea Ranch, a Utopian Community in Northern California

Annie Dillard’s Impossible Pages

How a Woman Becomes a Lake

The Misreading of Mitski

The Gender Politics of Fasting

The Impact of Studying Antarctica

The Silence: Paul Schrader on First Reformed

We’ll Always Have Paris:  My Time in Texas with  Sam Shepard’s Notebooks

The Complicated Legacy of American Country Music

How Racism Has Shaped the American Farming Landscape

The White Flight from Football

This is Your Brain Off Facebook

The Murky Ethics of the Ugly Produce Business

the initial fact they’re talking through a hand puppet with the oobi eyes 

the horrible, horrible desynch between their words and the movements of the hand 

lack of any clear place the hand is looking 

“dwells in the depths”. just the whole sentence itself and the weird inflection on it.

the fact that the dude clearly already discovered this thing and was so moved by it they went to record it 

“wuoah”, and the split second of open-palmed hand that no longer resembles a puppet 

the weird fade in on the music and the fact it sounds a little distorted at first 

the very specific but undefinable emotion conveyed by the music