“sepia can blur the edges of things in a way that mimics the selective softening of memories.”

— luc sante

adventures in iceland

christmas in new york

edge observatory

italy’s amalfi coast

when life is hard, lose control, find yourself.

For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid by William Stafford

There is a country to cross you will

find in the corner of your eye, in

the quick slip of your foot—air far

down, a snap that might have caught.

And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing

voice that finds its way by being

afraid. That country is there, for us,

carried as it is crossed. What you fear

will not go away: it will take you into

yourself and bless you and keep you.

That’s the world, and we all live there.

The Crystal Gazer by Sara Teasdale

I shall gather myself into myself again,

I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,

fusing them into a polished crystal ball

where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.

I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,

watching the future come and the present go,

and the little shifting pictures of people rushing

in restless self-importance to and fro.

if I lay here,

if I just lay here,

would you lie with me

and just forget the world?

currents favorites

  • 2023 MUSIC PLAYLIST

    favorite songs i’ve found this year

    my spotify

  • TV SHOWS

    favorite scandinavian tv shows

    netflix

  • PODCASTS

    favorite personal and social conversations

    my spotify