Five years of miss Julia 📖 No she didn’t die I just love her! From roommate to domestic partner to friend to sibling in Christ to a very special formative relationship I will cherish forever, believe me when I say she is the most kind worldly fun brilliant stylish sharp enlightened convicted baller woman anyone could know… We spent most of our 20s together inside the top floor of a townhouse where we could hear the church gongs hourly and smell charcoal in the summer and bake apple pie in the fall. Thanks @sun__pix for the serendipitous matchmaking ⭐️ More always. (TLDR: I am moving 0.8 miles away from Julia and it is huge news)
Happy to be in this tribute edited by @rr.rahme for the legend Fanny Howe a woman who knew the distance between children and divinity I once read her 5 novels languid in bed and she only made me stronger I imagine this occurs for many.
>>Summer is over
>>August backpacking trip on Cornell Mountain overlooking the Ashokan Reservoir, which supplies 40% of NYC’s drinking water
>>”Cold Mountain is often the name of a state of mind rather than of a locality,” from a translated collection of poems I found at my father’s temple 1 week later in Garden Grove, CA
Today is 50 years since the reunification of the country
All my life is about where it all lives
As of late I been keeping my thoughts offline: circulating, veiny and parasynthetic and physical
Here’s my favorite lacquer propaganda painting by Hanoi-born artist Nguyễn Văn Tỵ called Nam Bắc Một Nhàc, 1976 (roughly: North and South are united)
Free Palestine
