for all the rapturous, slithery and moss-smelling stuff that holds still long enough for me to pin it to a board and add it to my collection.
The day after spring solstice I went on a bit of a religious pilgrimage to the David Bowie Is.. exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum. Paul and I ended up spending five hours in the exhibit. It was fairly packed with other revelers. It was immersive, and emotional, and surprising. I deepened my decade-long relationship with…
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High adventure, solo travel, discussions on why it’s all done. I’ll try to label them as best I can.