Or that time I read four Japanese-inspired self-help books in a row.
Turning a rainy Monday afternoon into an adventure. Of sorts. Also: catch these exhibits until August 31.
There is a visual arts-shaped hole in my heart.
A series of thoughts on superhero movies, life and the universe. A little bit of truth.
This is me rediscovering potatoes.
Nature, art, and healing. I’ll be back some day!
Officially the first ever meal cooked in my new place.
Maybe I’m welcoming 2022 with the most unlikely content ever.
Insert something about “glorious purpose” here.
I mean –a love story is just a love story. But add some robots, and you got me. You got me.