cozy/cosas
My horoscope is so right on, every single day. It's amazing. That's really the most important thing.
It's hard to be cryptic all the time. But even harder not to be.
Here's the really odd thing about Elsewhere: it's an indoors space, constantly in the midst of becoming/impersonating a variety of locations and institutions that may or may not be indoors also, but there's no outside. There are layers and layers of space with no exterior, it seems to me. Even the "outside" here, the back alley, is not really an outdoors - it's an extension of the indoors into an outdoors space. Potted plants, the perfect example. Potted plants are in general an attempt to bring the outdoors into one's living-room or lobby; here, they bring that same indoors out again by their association. The only way to get outside from here is to go out the front door and walk away down the street. Even then, maybe we bring it with us?
Here is a picture of my favorite mug this past week:
And here are two views of my desk:
Comments
I should write to you more because of the things I say when we talk, also other reasons that we already know.
I'm reading your blog for the first time since you posted about it because I am possibly an asshole and possibly busy. I miss drinking cocoa with you and mixing it with things.
me too.