The seas will never run dry, my dear

It is astonishing to me how much energy I don't have these days. I had to visit a clinic for bloodwork yesterday and I was just useless for the rest of the day. I finished watching Turn: Washington's Spies (2014–17), which I have enjoyed and generally recommend even though the first season doesn't find its footing until the finale and the fourth season should really have been a fourth and fifth (it was surprisingly valuable for my formative experience of narrative TV to have been Babylon 5, is what I'm saying). I graduated from envying most of the cast their waistcoats to envying some people their actual coats. Quite unfairly, I then slept badly, had one of the worst nightmares I can remember in months, and woke with a jaw-wrenching headache. Today has mostly been work. Have some links.

1. I would love to see the rest of the series of orixás this combination of photography and drawing belongs to: Tauan Carmo and Tiago Sant'ana, "Oxum—A Rainha das águas doces."

2. I wouldn't mind knowing where this bog trail is located, either, but I love how the water lies over the boardwalk.

3. This is such a mythic poem with such matter-of-fact roots, which I enjoy: L. K., "Old Flame."

4. Because it is suddenly September and I have to make honeycakes soon, I feel everyone should appreciate this flowchart of the Jewish holidays. "Is there a horn?" "Tekiah!"

5. I love these photographs of ocean so much. They make me hungry. I went to the photographer's website and found the sailing expedition to Antarctica they came from. I would like that much of snow and sea and seals in my life. I would like to be able to travel again.