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flax-golden tales: a year of you
a year of you This year required a lot of bottles. I’m not sure how many, I didn’t count. More than last year, but I didn’t know you last year, which still seems strange.
circus life
belated post-tour musings & photos
I am always surprised by these last days of the year. They sneak up on me, hiding behind the holidays with a brand new year in tow. I think, “wait, what?” and then it’s
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flax-golden tales: holiday cheer of the reluctant variety
holiday cheer of the reluctant variety I despise the holidays, consumerism and plastered-on merriment wrapped in festive ribbons and shoved down my throat before I’ve even taken my Hallowe’en costume off. Every day a
books
coffee table/books
This is my coffee table. My coffee table has not been this clear since before the book tour. I am far too pleased about the clearing of the coffee table, even though it quite
flax-golden
flax-golden tales: beautiful uncertainties
beautiful uncertainties “Why do you do that?” he asks me, while I’m rinsing off my brushes. “Why do I do what?” “Why do you write things you don’t believe on the tables?” “I believe
miscellany
merry & bright in new york
Spent the beginning of the week in NYC, having lunches and meetings and wandering around looking at twinkly lights. Part pseudo-business trip, part getting out of my apartment for a little while. My train