a book of days

Tired of explaining that ‘I don’t have the time’ doesn’t mean ‘literally every second of my schedule is

today we are scattered around the property like dice – each one landing where they feel like they’ve come into

a could-do list for november: 1. continue showing up here every day — either in the same way i have been

this is all part of the pleasure, this day; no one else can own it. the particular pleasure of this

three amazing things that happened today: 1. finding a super-comfy retro armchair in a charity shop for $6. (yes i

first light, last light and the glittering space between them + compliments from unexpected places + looking up through a lacework canopy

the roof of the sky city convention centre caught fire yesterday afternoon and was still ablaze when we got to

today i’m re-imagining what my weekdays would look like without a commute. wondering when this current season will end

the past week in books started //  a manual for cleaning women. recommended by nic’s mum and a distant cousin