Summer is here. Time to carry thick books and read them at the park, eat something refreshing and delicious, go on long walks, admire the pretty flowers and get your daily dose of vitamin D.
[12/100] days of productivity
Spent hours copying quotes and other random things collected during the months―thanks to my "obsessive screenshotting mania"―into my commonplace journal.
So relaxing. Almost therapeutic. I recommend.
Sylvia Plath, aged 19, journal entry #124, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated May 15, 1952)
first of june
“Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
[11/100] days of productivity
It's Monday, so...you know the gist.
Read, eat, write, repeat.
from the introduction to emily wilsons translation of the iliad
sunday / working at the café :0
Demonology
A Question of Free Will: Inside the Final Days of Katherine Mansfield
The Humiliating Act of Falling In Love
How to read a painting
When Horror Is the Truth-teller
Love Is Like Cocaine
Lizzie Siddal: The life of a Pre-Raphaelite supermodel
Joan Didion Against a Performative Life
Women drawing nudes: a history of forbidden bodies
How midlife became a crisis
and more to come!
Luigi Rossi - Primavera (detail)
[8/100] days of productivity
worked on some articles for my Substack, made a lot of progress with Babysitter by Joyce Carol Oates (this book is...devastating and kinda traumatic), did house chores, and went for a walk.