I can't quite put my finger on anything lately, for these have not been the kind of days and weeks that fit themselves neatly into the palm of a hand, and now sitting here in the midst of what feels suspiciously like a chaos, only a few handfuls of time away from the beginning of another year, it seems quite unreasonable to have ever desired neatness, or a fitting, at all.
A little earlier this week I wrote to a friend that it was beginning to feel as if I could see through myself, and if I evaluate further then I'm left certain that I'm becoming increasingly transparent, but whether or not this is going to prove helpful remains to be seen (or seen through). The feeling likely has a lot do with changes in place and in person, both the current type and the soon-to-be type, a displacement that I knew was coming, and the subtle, seasonal madness that likes to be in charge of proceedings as the winter solstice passes by.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
The new book has endpapers, officially. While I've posted a small piece of the endpaper design here, I'd like for them to be an overall goodness-me, and so the only other thing I will tell you between now and April 16th is that they will be printed in Pantone 296U (below).
A COUPLE OF LINES:
‘I say you are a ruckus in the trees that bends my attention.’
From “Sonnet for Rivulet” by Michelle Lewis
SHORT-LIVED STORIES FROM THIS TIME LAST YEAR:
For reasons that I haven't entirely figured out yet, the Stories feature on Instagram continues to receive some of my most truth-laden thoughts, and these are six of many from last December.
If I don't get back to you between now and then, I hope most sincerely that there is a good amount of wonderful both in and around you, as we tick predictably towards January.
The end (and a beginning).
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