we spent the new year cozy.
as cozy as one can be in a dimly lit ranch house in the middle of the California desert, staring at a is-that-a-tapestry-or-is-that-the-skin-of-a-small-animal-hung-as-sacrifice-in-this-airbnb.
as cozy as one can be in a dimly lit ranch house in the desert with a guestbook boasting of the quantity and variety of lewd acts performed on all parts of the property, illustrative psychedelic-assisted journeys in the living room, the house ghost present in the eyes of the numerous owls adorning all free shelf space, birthdays celebrated, vacations, etc.
as cozy as one can be in a ranch house amidst the downpour of rain overdue, flooding the patio, the hot tub you were so excited for, the treads of your Camry tires not used to dirt roads.
we spent the new year cozy,
alongside the sacrifice, past acts, trips, visitors,
wrapped in each other, laughing.
what what
welcome to what what, a newish section of the what that newsletter! what what is a prompt for you, dear reader, that I ask you to indulge me in. let me waste a little of your time.
what hazards have you normalized?
what used to intimidate you in previous iterations of yourself? what anxieties have you set aside? what have you gained access to by doing so? what worries do you wish you could live with? what are you expending your dwelling upon right now?