Takiyasha the Witch and the Skeleton Spectre by Utagawa Kuniyoshi
things will probably pick up. but this work, so far, is dull, and fairly scarce. there's worse fates than spending hours at work learning history from wikipedia. my coworkers are nice, and people seem to like this tweet.
the weather has just turned cold for the first time since the solstice. it'll get warmer again, but you can taste the fall on its way. frank ocean dropped his album at the perfect time - blonde is perfect fall music. it's the end of summer, the end of relationships, the end of youth. it's driving away from it all with infinity opening up ahead of you.
i don't actually drive much, though. i'm riding the same bike i had at carleton, which is not so broken that i can't ride it, but it's broken enough that it's not really worth it to fix any individual defect. the wheels go, the pedals push, the brakes stop - more or less. it takes me where i need to go. sometimes, on the way, i see something that makes me feel a frank ocean kind of way.
the bear on the livestream right now has a hilarious ass. i want to pay more attention to the majesty of nature or something, but i can't stop looking at its ass.
