The indulgence of today was waking up to the second half of a short story by Joanna Russ that hit home in a particular, sci-fi way. I'm glad to have stumbled upon her, typing away as I do in a city where she once lived. She sounded like one smart and pissed bitch that was in physical pain. Good on her. And thank you for existing and taking the canons of sci-fi down a few hundred notches with her critiques.
In any case, that's what I've got for today. Now I am candlelight and eucalyptus and finally being warm.
be well; be loved; be aware that everything isn't always how you thought it was and this, in fact, can be a very good thing.
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(Image: Xanti Schawinsky 1936-1937 Black Mountain College via Bizarre Disco Tumblr)
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