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Wander in Bruges, Belgium.

ah, i’m so bad at posting here. acknowledging this Day of Mourning from the lands of Kiikaapoi, Peoria, Potawatomi, Myaamia & Ochethi Sakowin people, aka Chicago, derived from a native word for garlic (mmm…) which is really suitable for me because I live here now 🌱🧄✨

whose.land are you on? talk about it over dinner this weekend with your fam & what it means to give the #landback. considering everything, listening & learning from indigenous people is the least you can do.

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The Art of Renaissance. Niko Riam photographed by Nadine Ijewere for British Journal of Photography N°4 — ‘Talent’ Issue.

☕+📖=🤩

Another edition of unread on the shelf, featuring Strange the Dreamer!

It’s just a case of no time to read it unfortunately but it’s waiting for when I do!

Have any of y'all read it?

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Yes! It’s absolutely beautiful.

Because fiction has the capaciousness, the freedom and latitude, to hold out a universe of infinite complexity. Because every human is really a walking sheaf of identities—a Russian doll that contains identities within identities, each of which can be shuffled around, each of which may, in entirely inconsistent ways, defy or comply with other “normal” conventions by which people are crudely and often cruelly defined, identified, and organized.

Arundhati Roy, The Graveyard Talks Back: Fiction in the Time of Fake News from Azadi

In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we’re done with it, we may find – if it’s a good novel – that we’re a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having met a new face, crossed a street we never crossed before. But it’s very hard to say just what we learned, how we were changed.

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.

The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.

Ursula K. Le Guin in the introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.” ― Marcus Tullius Cicero

Ships I Ship: Jane Austen Couples

Vintage hardcover books by Plath, de Beavoir, Wilde, Kundera, and more

i miss those wintery evenings when basically all i did was drinking black coffee and reading until three am.

“Even pleasure, you know, is fatiguing…” ― Jane Austen, Emma

Old Book Covers.

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“will u marry me?”

“okie dokie”