luna de octubre
all the things that consumed me in october
The only evidence of October passing was the dying leaves I saw in blurred motion through my car window. I lived each day of October, but I would struggle to recount them if you asked me to. The days had been calm, but I hadn’t been, engulfed by things which have already slipped my mind. I’m now terrorized by the thought of the same precious time, so patient that it allowed for the leaves to decay in preparation for a total rebirth, I had been so careless with, to let slip through my fingers without any transformation of my own.
Visiting a new city and immediately wanting to live there
Mexican Architects
Mourning daylight
Picking up my journal after not touching it for 3 months
Perfume oil
Baristas remembering your name and order
I’ve Had It Podcast, specifically their news podcast
Spreading myself too thin
Making homemade soup
Afternoon trips to my favorite coffee shop
Still Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch. On page 433 out of 771.
I’ll be thinking about my trip to Mexico City for a long time. The food, culture, and art have continued to captivate me, but I won’t continue to bore you with details I have already shared.
A list of places we needed to visit on our last day in Mexico City.
Although I doubt it, I’m hoping November will be a bit slower, a bit calmer. I’m hoping to enjoy the days more, even the mundane moments. I’d like to be able to reflect on the days I’ve lived and feel like I have meaningful memories from them. That’s all for now, friends.
All my love,
x B
