1997

It was the first year I got a CD-RW, Netflix launched a DVDs-by-mail service, the Hale-Bopp comet made an appearance, and I learned about California because of a little group called Heaven’s Gate.

Cheers, have a gin fizz!

Sade

Thinking Machines

Producing…

Shrine of the Silver Monkey

First snow of the season, on the solstice

July 1936.

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

A love story is not about those who lose their heart but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it is stumbled upon, means the body can fool no one, can fool nothing — not the wisdom of sleep or the habit of social graces. It is a consuming of oneself and the past.

Spicy meatball

Gobble gobble

Let us pray

Words from the risograph

It’s Electric!

Do it like it’s part of the dance

unbothered, moisturized