Ordered Pizza From A Small Local Place And They Didnt Actually Cut It So I've Chosen To Revert To A Wild

The human-ness of needing to make meaning out of things we encounter and experience

Nothing hurt more than the blood just being red.

The human-ness of making meaning out of things we encounter and experience.

hope is a skill

"I see you chose the strawberry-milk variant."

"You got a problem with that, giggle mug?"

Went to a Boba place recently that played Jazz music outside and it reminded me of an old black and white detective film 🧋

There is hope. I promise. Young people just won their case against the state of Montana. Ecuadoreans braved escalating political violence to vote against oil drilling in the Amazon. Brazilian deforestation is down by enormous amounts since Lula took office. They’ve invented hydropanels that synthesise pure water from the air. People are farming in solar parks. A ship just launched for its maiden voyage using rigid sails designed to mimic wind turbine blades. EV sales are taking off, and, more crucially, cities are re-assessing their very relationship with the car. By the 2024 Olympics the river Seine will be safe for people to swim in again. More and more people are replacing their gas boilers with heat pumps. Solarpunks are growing crops in their back garden and distributing them to their neighbours. Great tracts of land are being given back to nature. Young people are channelling their energies into meaningful careers. Pilots are leaving the aviation industry. Yes, the world is dark and terrible and full of awful dangers that keep you up at night, but we are a huge movement that grows every day in numbers and power. Your small actions matter. Our collective triumphs are increasing. Things are going to get harder, extreme weather will be more common, but with ingenuity, resilience and crucially, COMMUNITY, we can build an equitable world on this strange, tired old planet. See you in the future.

Happy New Year!

Here's a rabbit to start off 2023.

There's something otherworldly about the way the scent of wet earth hits your senses and you feel nothing but at peace with the world

Philip Levine, “The Mercy”

Sometimes I think I'm holding back out of habit. Like I should've broken a long time ago. What does that make my current state, hm?

and i wake every night

crying, “set me free”

Abbey by Mitski

happy may the fourth!!!

do it drunk. do it high