hello,
i’ve been telling a few friends that the one thing i would do from my ever morphing before-the-year-ends list is to send out a substack, so here i am keeping my word. how does this email find you? i write you from my desk, in brooklyn, still in my pajamas, drinking a cup of now-cold coffee i made this morning.
there are small piles of partially-read books and partially-filled notebooks on and around my desk, one of which has recently gotten more touch in the last month than it has in the last year. partially because i was homebound with covid recently, but also because i rediscovered my love for mechanical pencil on paper. led on paper is its own pleasure and it’s been a good reason to scribble down my many fleeting thoughts
true to my tendency, or nature, or style, i don’t (yet) have a set agenda for what i’m doing with this substack. i originally imagined i would be writing to exchange more formal or formed ideas, but i think i’ll stream of consciousness it for now and see where it goes, as one does. or as i do.
since this is a postcard (long one huh) here’s the photo side: it’s a film from earlier this year of the wall in my apartment that i’m currently sitting in front of. one of my favorite solitude moments here, is when i can catch the time to watch the light and shadows dance on it. in the late summer it was such a pretty, warm, golden dance.
anyways – this is my crossing substack off my year-end to do list. i’ll write again soon; wishing you a pleasant slow drifting to the end of the year,