I’ve had two things send a shot of inspiration up my spine, and I’ve acquired both of them in the last 20 minutes, so I thought I would share. Also, I’ve royally hurt my foot by stepping into a METAL HOLE, so I’ve been feeling as though the world is against me. Until now:
Vladislav Delay’s Tummaa, brand new, and super wonderful.
&
This collection of hand-made type. Oh wow.
We went to the Texan coast this weekend and on the last night, as we usually do, we had a fire and drank whiskey on the beach. After a while, we noticed that there was a helicopter and a few trucks going up and down the water right in front of us, all shining their spotlights. One of the trucks stopped and asked us if we had seen anyone walk out of the water, because
a man had jumped off the pier that we were not far from only an hour or so prior.
According to the article they never found the guy, but also, they can’t really know if he somehow made it to shore without anyone seeing. We didn’t leave, but stayed and kept drinking, copiously, and I was amazed by my lack of surprise and shock, even though a body could have washed up right where we were. It made me think of my father, and of other things as well, but its interesting to notice how some things can become acceptable that at different point in my life could have been horrifying.



Regardless, it was beautiful there and needed and I love how the ocean at night looks like ink and how the moon was so bright we could cloud gaze.
Overwhelmed by work stuff and trying to keep my head afloat before I go to the beach in a week. Just one, more, week. I don’t have many words at the moment, so here are some suggested sounds instead.