Things are awful everywhere and it’s hard to process the small joys amid the huge sorrows but: yesterday I went to my first Pride with my best friends and it was beautiful. 🏳️‍🌈

“No one must ever ask where another rabbit was, and anyone who asked, ‘Where?’—except in a song or a poem—must be silenced. To say ‘Where?’ was bad enough, but to speak openly of the wires—that was intolerable. For that they would scratch and kill.” - Watership Down

Opened @peculiarityshop.bsky.social mail at the art table a while back. I’m a chaos gremlin, I don’t clean up after myself. Just picked up my brayer mid-print and found a Becky stuck to it.

I love mine!!

A little light reading before work. Seemed relevant.

I’ve been reposting a disproportionate number of awful things lately so let me try something nice for a change.

Here’s a flower blooming against the odds. (It’s me, I’m the odds.)

Cool, no pressure.

Mail-in ballots don’t come with stickers (criminal) so I took matters into my own hands.

Writers Going Through It: 1919 Edition

excerpt from The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation by Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Ulrich Baer)

Portrait of the Artist as a Person Who Goes Outside Once in a While