sovay | You showed me how to not throw my troubles away

tl;dr my body is chewed up by medical conditions and their treatment and I have not slept more than two or three hours in five nights, but this afternoon I had to walk into Davis for a prescription and I photographed some flowering things along the way. The cherries are still blooming.

I have been walking by this tree for weeks and never remembering my camera.

The sun came out for just long enough to turn the tulips into lanterns.

The close-packed crepe of the ornamental cherry never settled in the wind.

Every time I tried to shoot up into the branches of the weeping cherry I found while loitering for my order of Indian takeout, my camera shut itself down and I turned it back on and took about eight pictures that way.

I am still watching almost nothing in the way of movies, but

spatch and I are enjoying the introductory riffs on weird New England in Widow's Bay (2026–). The series so far feels more like a collection of strange stories than a puzzle-box, off-kilter without tipping as far as spoof. I hope it can hold. I'd had no idea I should have been following Matthew Rhys for his powers of +10 mortal fear. In other art, I had missed the gloriously angular revival of the Pylon Reenactment Society's Magnet Factory (2024). I believe

moon_custafer that this musician is doing his impressive best in the absence of his natural frog form. The doom-folk of Jim Ghedi's "Wasteland" (2025) once again suggests a Cloudish cinema.