#28: a life spills into the flowers

I was happy to be here on my birthday weekend, a big old house in a little central Massachusetts town. There’s so much to look at in this place, and time slows down in a pleasant way. I spent a few hours on the first day just gazing at all the different bookshelves; what you see in the photo is a fraction.

I’m now an age that has no real meaning, a number that is best known for a stupid Internet maxim. Maybe it’s fitting that I don’t feel like I have many ambitions for this year. Bikes, books, and no bullshit. And beaches, when the time is right.

The Foreign ResortObsessing
Cold ShowersDismiss
yunè pinkuAffection
Kris BahaLest Lust
Affet RobotKargasa
Martin GoodwinExcerpt from Different Clouds
Curse MackeyBlowmindr
The Cassandra ComplexGod John
Rosetta StoneIn Black
The FixxDeeper and Deeper
Oingo BoingoNo Spill Blood
Sham FamilyThis Blue Mob
Martin GoodwinExcerpt from Different Clouds
The Sisters of MercyValentine
A Place to Bury StrangersI’m Hurt
Spirit AwardLily of the Valley
His ClancynessPale Fear
Slow RiotTrophy Wife
The Black AngelsMedicine
Martin GoodwinExcerpt from Different Clouds
Black WingBollywood Apologetics
Foie GrasPsychic Sobriety
LowlifeA Sullen Sky
Sad Lovers & GiantsHouse of Clouds
Popular CultureYoung Girl
Nine Inch NailsMetal – Remix Version
Martin GoodwinExcerpt from Different Clouds

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