This year was the first Valentine’s Day in many years that I didn’t have a valentine, or the semblance of a valentine. For a very sentimental hopeless romantic like me, it felt oddly liberating to go out into the world on my bicycle and do my thing alone - with few expectations or disappointments. I love holidays so much, but romance is an ephemeral magic that loses its power when forced. I had a hot date with the warm bright sunshine all day, and was absolutely not let down.
Loving you massively from here.
M.
bleary/astonished/in love
Michael, would you like a baby raccoon in your guest bedroom? Well, admittedly, a little. But probably not.
a ghost in tokyo.
painted my table and chairs that live in the courtyard.
three things, related, actually.