Three weeks back in the States, time enough to develop the role of film begun in Wellington, finished in Denver. From the windy damp to the hot dust, we’ve begun fixing up our version of a home. Coming from one season to another feels like time travel. Fall leaves, piles of blankets and warm boots have been stashed and replaced with buzzing fans, popsicles and flip flops. Memories of Wellington are still fresh, deep palimpsests on the surface of our minds, but I can almost feel them begin to seep away into drawers, file cabinets, hidden spots for later discovery, always changing.
reading :: The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera
watching :: Ken Burns’ Prohibition
eating :: homemade bread and popsicles (frozen kefir, berries, honey)
listening :: Waxahatchee, Cerulean Salt
touching :: the weight of an electric guitar