hi friends—
a thing i am trying to do more of is own my mutability. is change so bad? so what if things are one way one day and another way another day? this also extends to giving over to potential incoherence, to the idea that i might not make sense, to myself or to others. and i guess the question then is: who fucking cares? in the words of the immortal talking heads, STOP MAKING SENSE. sense is overrated.
who is making sense for? what purpose does it serve? what even is making sense, in the modern age? are these all just bullshit questions to let myself off the hook??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
all the images in this email are from that “vibes (1988)” album mentioned above. i save things to it intuitively, when i feel something fits the elusive category that is vibes. when i look at that collection of images, most of them speak to dichotomy, weirdness, inexplicability, liminality, both/and, multitudinousness (a real word!). what if that was the thing to strive for? surrendering to the mystery?
MORE SHIT TO CHECK OUT
on my website lately, i posted:
check out at your leisure and according to your interest.
there’s also this thing where you can tell me shit anonymously. i made one long ago, knowing that probably no one would ever use it, but it made me think of PostSecret and just how much i loved that shit as a teenager/young adult. share a secret, wreck my shit, shower me with praise, ask a question you’ve always wanted the answer to but never been confident enough to ask. or don’t!
LATELIES
📖 That Awful Mess on the Via Merulana, Carlo Emilio Gadda
📽️ “10 Things I Hate About You” (1999) ((still holds up))
🎶 Letters to Cleo - Aurora Gory Alice
🎮 Blue Prince (guys we’re also obsessed with this game)
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spring is a-springing, summer is a-coming, friends are (hopefully) moving within walking distance of us, and i also started taking 25mg of sertraline a little over a month ago, which has really improved my mental health! go figure. what’s up with you?
💌KM
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