i'm listening to gathering moss, by robin wall kimmerer, and she is talking about a very odd job she was consigned to do, where an eccentric millionaire recuited her to consult on a "habitat restoration". when she arrives, the job they actually want her to do is to tell them how to plant mosses on the rocks in his garden. he wants it to look like a specific, beautiful wild cliff in the woods nearby, with centuries-old beds of moss growing thick and strong. she tells him it is impossible. such a thing would take decades to accomplish.
later, she is called back to look at the progress of the moss garden and is amazed by the thick, well-established mosses. how did they do it? she asks.
then they take her out to the woods and show her that they have been blasting huge chunks of rock out of the cliff, packaging them in burlap, and moving them to the owner's garden.
I'm new to this medium and still struggle with a lot of things, especially the colors drying a lot lighter than they go on, but I'm glad I didn't give up after two bad background washes, or after his face on the third attempt started out looking like this (jumpscare warning):
deciding that the bolter is about it's a wonderful life. specifically harry bailey almost drowning in frigid water but I know there's more in there than just that
First you procrastinate on the task because it is not a big enough deal to get done urgently. Then you procrastinate on the task because it has become such a big deal that doing it is overwhelming. You would think that this implies a middle point where it is just big enough of a deal to get done easily, however the inherent perversity of the universe's causal geometry prevents this
what if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my miiiiiinnd? one slip and falling back into the hedge maze, oh, what a way to diiiiiiee! i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, how i long for our trysts! without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?
friday night in your 20s be like: making some pasta. i need to rollover my 401k. when i was a kid i assumed i'd be married by now. does my new fake plant look classy. i think i have a yeast infection. do my cats understand me. ran out of capri sun. i should do laundry. and then you don't do laundry