The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
RIP René Groebli (1927-2026), who made one of the most tender & intimate photography books ever, documenting his wife Rita in a Paris hotel room during their honeymoon
‘The Eye of Love’ (1952)
As someone without long covid i think it is so fucking unfair the bulk of awareness raising surrounding covid has fallen to people with long covid. They're already fucking sick and dying and they're trying to save your miserable selves at the same time. It's not right
if you are bored and need to leave the house, i cannot emphasize enough how you should just go to the library. just take a walk to your local library. have a little browse. truly the community equivalent of retail therapy.
maybe our nervous system is nervous cause we keep calling it nervous and words are spells have we tried calling it chill system..go with the flow system..relaxation system
the science has shown it is FAR more effective if 80% of the population masks just 30% more often (which is as simple as public transport, stores and medical appts) than our current model of 5-15% of the population masking 100% of the time
We are part of the same root system drinking from the same underground river sharing the same dream and sometimes I can feel you sitting cross legged next to me leaning back against the tree trunk pulling up handfuls of grass and piling them on our touching knees
A jar of local honey. A heart shaped pebble on the walk home. A hand made bird house. Those smaller, every day joys. Simple stuff that makes me happy. Because I love being joyful.