will it ever get warmer? i can't wait for winter to be gone, taking all the coldness and my tiredness along with it. can we please fast-forward to spring? ok, here are a few things that keep me hopeful in the meantime:
-a vintage turquoise woven-leather bag by bottega veneta from the brooklyn flea market.
-a youtube video of a few girls galloping on the beach of sidi kaouki in morocco... i'm obsessed with this video and have watched it about 30 times. could that be me in a few months? stay tuned!
pheromones and beautiful, violent things
i loved E.O. Wilson's fiction piece in the most recent issue of The New Yorker.
it reminded me of my childhood fascination with ants and ant colonies. i could sit for hours observing their primordial movement and organization, so beautiful... in fact, i could still do that today.
a live but weak bee overwhelmed by a group of ants at pedlar cafe, brooklyn. with the aroma of stumptown coffee disguising the sense of violence in progress
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