Thursday, my brother and I went to watch Jordan Peele’s Nope in theaters. After two strangely brilliant hours of horses, ominous clouds, and Daniel Kaluuya in an orange hoodie, our dad picked us up and we drove home. The night was dark and humid, and out the open window it smelt of warm rain. We…
I don’t know if you can tell but Adobe Caslon Pro has changed me. I don’t know if you understand, but discovering a new font is transformative for a writer. Adobe Caslon Pro–my new muse, friend, goddess–unfurled this certain streak of dainty aesthetic throughout my Word documents. My journal entries have been blossoming and so…
Strawberry fields were wallowing in sunlight that afternoon. McQuesten doesn’t quite have the radiant rows of turnips in greenhouses you’d expect in an “urban farm”, but rather a sprawling jungle of glistening tarps and carrot tops, and frankly, I like it. A tin windmill gleams in the brambly middle field, and if you follow the path along the…