wailmer looks like he’d be both squshy and smell like pickle brine
a message from a japanese clam farmer to you.
Have you ever stopped to ask yourself, “man, what is going on at Tumblr lately?” This pretty much sums it up.
I can Tumblr too
MYLENE KLASS AND GUY GARVEY - THE LAST OF THE MELTING SNOW
This gorgeous Leisure Society cover was recorded at Save The Children’s Christmas Tree Sessions in December. But, as this week’s snow turns to slush, it seems pretty suitable for now. CS
Since I updated last, I moved back to my native soil of Philadelphia, slipped into a new apartment and set up camp in a new office tower. Objectively, my life has never been better - I have plenty of money, a secluded place in a beautiful neighborhood, a new scooter to toy with and a neighborhood cat to pet. I mean, really, it couldn’t be better.
But, somehow, I find myself skipping rocks every day instead of dancing in the sun with delight. You know that feeling when the sunlight touches your skin after a long winter of snowy cruelty? Like finding an old battery in a dusty drawer, are you not filled with an unexpected electricity? It’s that kind of electricity that makes you dance in the dandelion yellow air, pulling shoestrings of joy from the soil with the same ease as finding cobwebs after a brief rain. I don’t feel that, it seems.
I moved from a city that was cloudy 8 out of 10 days in the year to a city that is almost always sunny with clear skies, and yet, why is it that I find the most comfort sitting on a river bank, throwing smooth stones into the drink? Could it be Depression rearing its ugly head once again, or maybe that vague sense of loneliness that follows me wherever I go? If I don’t know, who else can know for sure.
What I do know is that I discovered an unexpected sanctuary on the banks of the Schuylkill, a river that we were always told was an ugly, polluted thing. Something as simple as watching butterflies drink from puddles of dew or seeing snakes flit their tongue fills me with a compassion that assures me that, despite that chilling coldness in my heart, it’s good to be the king.