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Sarah Anne Bachman’s found-photograph tarot series

A pianist in a Seattle hotel bar is serenading me to sleep on Zoom.

Winter solstice, 4:30 p.m.

Tree by the sea.

Eye-to-eye with a red-tailed hawk 😲

‘There’s endless choice, but you’re not listening’: fans quitting Spotify to save their love of music via The Guardian

In related news, I’ve just canceled Spotify :)

At tea, Hannah mused, “We had such a short time between when we graduated in 2012 and 2013 and everything that happened in 2016. It sometimes feels as though we’ve been robbed of the enjoyment of being young.”

We spoke of the things pressed upon us this year that we railed back against. “When I say I don’t give a fuck anymore, it’s not about apathy. It’s giving time back to that part of myself that was denied.”

What I didn’t get at the tea shop today.

Excerpts from Maayan Zilberman’s interview with A T Wilkinson, whose questions here I love rereading.

Christmas caryatids

East to west (village) and back again

Vespers

Heady moodboard map from the upcoming Never Ending Taste pop-up in Montreal.

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I’m currently enjoying a very archetypal Melanie evening in: Covering old picture frames with washi tape while a 10-hour-long 1988 docuseries about Marie-Louise von Franz plays in the background.

Occasionally pausing to eat chocolates and take notes. Bliss.

(source: The Way of the Dream)