GOOD MORNING SAY IT BACK (SB) It’s the end of June, and my brain feels like it’s melting. Sadly, this sounds like it could potentially be sublime and psychedelic but actually feels more like forgetting to respond to emails and rapidly diminishing capacity for executive function. The solstice this past weekend was at once a gratuitous confirmation that we’ve arrived in summer, and a tragic reminder that the days officially wind towards shorter, whether or not we’re ready for it.
006: Animal Farm to Table for 200, Please
006: Animal Farm to Table for 200, Please
006: Animal Farm to Table for 200, Please
GOOD MORNING SAY IT BACK (SB) It’s the end of June, and my brain feels like it’s melting. Sadly, this sounds like it could potentially be sublime and psychedelic but actually feels more like forgetting to respond to emails and rapidly diminishing capacity for executive function. The solstice this past weekend was at once a gratuitous confirmation that we’ve arrived in summer, and a tragic reminder that the days officially wind towards shorter, whether or not we’re ready for it.