"every person on this earth is a monstrously huge landscape, and yet, we can drop into any of it with a simple incantation, the right string of words piped through this sparse interface"
Your reflection resonates with me—I also come from a world far removed from the strange plants I now find myself immersed in. It’s a part of my story I haven’t yet found the space to share, but hope to one day. This line especially stayed with me: “Before I knew the names of trees, before I felt something go quiet when I found myself alone on the trails… this monstrous freeway was my access point to infinity, this dull roar through the trees, this stream of lights: you can’t tell me it was not sublime.” ✨
Fascinating as always. I really enjoy getting a peek at the thought processes behind work I admire, seeing the project at its opening stages when it's still inchoate. Thank you for sharing yours...
Yes! Thank you for articulating something that has felt, ha, too big to get my arms around, that I feel conflicted about and bewildered by, and yet am constantly circling. Thank you for naming it: a life project. Love the notion of a season of self.
Your reflection resonates with me—I also come from a world far removed from the strange plants I now find myself immersed in. It’s a part of my story I haven’t yet found the space to share, but hope to one day. This line especially stayed with me: “Before I knew the names of trees, before I felt something go quiet when I found myself alone on the trails… this monstrous freeway was my access point to infinity, this dull roar through the trees, this stream of lights: you can’t tell me it was not sublime.” ✨
the anchovy imagery is perfect. thanks for expressing something i often feel but have a hard time articulating
It's funny—by random happenstance, I ran across this scrapbook of an anchovy fishing expedition and it really stuck with me, clearly.
Fascinating as always. I really enjoy getting a peek at the thought processes behind work I admire, seeing the project at its opening stages when it's still inchoate. Thank you for sharing yours...
I love this blog!
Sublime writing. Love you.
Yes! Thank you for articulating something that has felt, ha, too big to get my arms around, that I feel conflicted about and bewildered by, and yet am constantly circling. Thank you for naming it: a life project. Love the notion of a season of self.
YES to all this