Recently I saw a video of a musician serenading a fox. Afterward, I went looking for ambient/instrumental banjo music. It's hard to find that sort of thing; most of it is of course very bluegrassy (which I like, but which isn't what I felt a weird hunger for at that moment). I didn't find much.
Sometimes the internet doesn't have what you're looking for, or the right words to find it don't come easily.
I am enjoying a season of change. Trying new things, taking better care of myself, being gentle with my thoughts. At the moment I feel proud of myself, feel quite lovely, and thought it might be nice to document that–something to look back on, maybe, in some troubling season
Last year—two years ago?—while reading Station Eleven, I came upon these brief lines, in which Clark is thinking of his boyfriend, Robert: Robert in the mornings: he liked to read a novel while he ate breakfast. It was possibly the most civilized habit Clark had ever encountered. As
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