“The common ordinariness of all things is a mystery,” Magritte.
Reading lots about Belgium today. What a fucked up, unfathomable country. An acidic and spicy lunch of clementines, orange juice, pico de gallo, and crazy spicy tomatillo posole.
Not pictured: the entire pot of coffee I drank this morning, greasy hair, sweatpants, and bowl of dark chocolate covered almonds from Trader Joe’s that I inhaled and am too embarassed to post about. Gave Jones a bunch of chicken scraps & listened to William Basinski LPs all day. Thought about running away and drank tea instead. The tea tasted like soap and now I’m back at square one. ‘Mono no aware’ in Japanese roughly translates to ‘the sadness of things.’