permanently stuck in the space between one thing ending
and another beginning
the past always spills out of its jar
no matter how tightly you put the lid on
if you surround yourself with enough people
maybe you will realise it’s time to be alone again
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.
i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on
I went and learned about Armagnac tonight, it’s cool how lots of the interesting old manufacturers are still family owned - this one had been going since early 1900’s and the grandmother of the two people currently running it is 90 and still works there!!!
I had always treated Armagnac more like a whiskey as a quiet little late night bedtime thing but it was actually amazing with food - there was a clear one that hadn’t been barrel aged at all with the most surprising fruity aroma to it - would have been amazing with some kind of spongey lemony thing or even in tiramisu?
One new thing I learned was that if you dip your finger in it and rub a little bit on your wrist if it has been barrel aged properly it will quickly smell super oaky, and if not just kind of caramelly - I really want to wear Armagnac as a cologne now …