Tina Aumont in her apartment in Paris, 1972
I'm writing on my Substack again after four months WOO!!
“And the best hug is the hug done by the words of lonelier, more interesting women. Sensualists. Intellectuals — the ones who still feel. Quantum physicists. Devotees of love, rage, passion.”
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Write an essay
Make a dirty chai
Finish all half-read novels
Watch Sex and The City
Lost track of time in the bookstore and stood there for 35 minutes reading a book about attachment styles in romantic relationships
So excited to furnish my new place… On the lookout for fabric scraps and antiques and wooden bookshelves with character…
I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.
Mary Oliver, from "toad", truro bear and other adventures: poems and essays
In a way it’s definitely beautiful that you have so much in your head and heart that you haven’t figured out how to express in this lifetime. But I can only work with what makes itself visible to me