the title of the last song you listened to is the epitaph on your tombstone

dichotomy of “nothing in the digital age is permanent, we are losing physicality and thus part of ourselves” vs. “everything in the digital age is permanent, everything you do is recorded and stored for later use against you or to exploit you”

#big fan of how both are true in the worst possible way

my god, there is never any time to recover from the world

Nigel emerging happily from the tall grass with a ball he lost several days ago

October Poem, Ryuichi Tamura (田村隆一) (tr. Samuel Grolmes) 

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I refuse to participate in anything the National Park Service sponsors since they decided to side with border patrol in forcefully removing my tribe's land protectors from a border wall construction site. I'm tired of hearing about fat bear week. This whole thing is just a sore reminder that even agencies made with the best intentions and that seem cool on the outside are ultimately tools for colonization at the end of the day 😒

Can't believe i forgot to link the bail fund for the land protectors to my original post

Jason Anderson on Instagram

I’ve never shared my art before but this felt important.My Tinfoilchef Memorial comic. I like to imagine he’s guiding miners to diamonds with that iconic laugh of his. Anyways, anything I could say has been said better; so.

Goodbye, Chef. We miss you.

angel in america

Hubble’s view of the Carina Nebula, from the 2007-2009 era I think?

JWST’s view of the same nebula, July 12, 2022

Duke Riley’s ‘DEATH TO THE LIVING, Long Live Trash’ exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum was so so good….everything I could’ve wanted.

life really is so simple when you sit back and realise you don’t actually have to do a lot of things. i don’t have to be on my phone constantly. i don’t have to sit inside all day. i don’t have to reply to peoples messages straight away. i don’t have to have what’s in my fridge. i can go out and get groceries and make things that I’m craving. i can go on a walk. i can turn my phone off for a day or two. i can sit and read for hours on end. i can journal for as long as i want. i can mediate. i can cook. i can clean. i can breathe deeply. i can get myself a tea or a coffee. i can have meaningful conversations with my family. i don’t have to be in a constant state of “online”. i can disconnect. I’m not obliged to be here. my name isn’t being called out on a list. i can leave. i can take time away. i am allowed to live.

Manifesting this for the summer

Even for me, life had its gleams of sunshine.

In the Country of Resurrection, Ada Limón | Morning Coffee, Mary Bradish Titcomb | Morning Sun, Edward Hopper | Daily Bread, Night Sky with Exit Wounds, Ocean Vuong ( @beautymyeyes-see ) | Sun in an Empty Room, Edward Hopper | After the Storm, Olena Babak | Afternoon on a Hill, Edna St. Vincent Millay ( @fairyette ) | Green and Gold, Henry Scott Tuke | The Black Brook, John Singer Sargent | Snake, Mary Oliver ( @tenderfaery )

🌗 i am creation both h̸͕̰́̔̽̒ã̴̞̯͆͆̌̚ư̵̧̺̗̜̦̜͎̓́́́̒́͝n̶̰̦͎̠͈̰̿͒́̌̈̍͆̿̄ṭ̵̡̡͈̳̱͖͓́̄͛̅͝ͅe̵̞̓͆͗̍̐̐̀̚͝d̷̢͉̠̄͊̂́̅ and h̶̥̹̲̫͆̆ở̸̢̤̗̪̙̭̣̀̎̉̽̋͛̈́͘l̷͓̗̹͓͂ý̶̡̡̛̫̹̼̘̬̦͙͆

made in glory 🌓

Techno Torso by Richard Symons 

houses and bodies they all rot the same

shapes shapes shapes