Happy Wednesday friends —
It’s weird to come on here and know that it may always be my last post for a while. I really have no idea how to approach the future of this space because, on the one hand, I don’t want to leave you high and dry. My weekly writing appointment has become my safe space for arranging my thoughts and even delving deeper into the matters that afflict me daily. On the other hand, I know I need to focus on other stuff at the moment.
Why can’t life just be easy? Wouldn’t it be so much better if existing on Mother Earth was as easy as a walk in the park? Not just any park either. A park where the lawn is meticulously manicured, with perfectly trimmed hedges, deliciously smelling flowers, and design benches all around.
Imagine Alice In Wonderland’s park, but better. I dream of breezing through life that way at times.
I close my eyes and, in the darkness of my eyelids, I put on some rollerblades and speed through the luxuriant greenery of a fictional park. As I swing my legs back and forth to gain speed, pleasant crisp air kisses my face. Everything is just perfect. I don’t even the weight of my limbs, the physical effort doesn’t tire me out. I am blissful.
Then, it’s time to open my eyes again. Reality hits me. I have bills to pay, projects to deliver, pages to read, shit to write.
In short, life is hectic. Being alive feels closer to swimming upstream than peacefully floating on the crystal-clear waters of the Maldives.
Sometimes I think of salmons. They spend all of their life struggling to swim up the river just to be caught, killed, and sliced before being served on the plate of greedy people. So much effort for nothing.
Then I remember I was born a human and that I, too, love a good bagel & lox combo so I thank the Lord for giving my ancestors the sick idea to take a spear and hunt fish.
All of this is to say, that, unlike salmon, herring, or smelt, we have the power to control our lives and make sure we do our best to not let that numbing feeling of quicksand take over and guide us astray.
Sometimes all we need is to actually take a walk in the park — a real park — find a vandalized bench, sit down, look up to the sky, close our eyes, take a deep breath, and soak in the sun. The soft sensation of its warm rays is enough to give us the strength to wake up and do it all again tomorrow.
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1. Why does everything look the same? Alex Murray breaks it down, here.
2. Chapters of Food: Turkey and the Wolf on Nowness.
3. This hidden gem in Greenpoint, NYC.
4. Systema Rosa, something I am brewing together with my friend Samantha 🤫🤫🤫🤫.
5. Nonsense Projects, my creative studio/platform that’s coming soon.
One for the road: