Autumn. The ultimate “vibes” season. Everything seems to get a little sharper with the hint of the coming cold in the mornings and the promise of cozy and warm things. As I write this, I’m nestled in an overstuffed rocking chair, a purring cat resting his head on my wrist as I type, with a cup of hot tea beside me and brand new thick socks on my feet. (I’m ignoring the fact it’ll be 24C/75F this afternoon.) It’s the perfect time of year to delve into all those ideas and images and aesthetics that build up in the back of your mind and see where they take you. What do you keep coming back to, either reading or writing? And is there overlap between the two?
No Plot, Just Vibes
No Plot, Just Vibes
No Plot, Just Vibes
Autumn. The ultimate “vibes” season. Everything seems to get a little sharper with the hint of the coming cold in the mornings and the promise of cozy and warm things. As I write this, I’m nestled in an overstuffed rocking chair, a purring cat resting his head on my wrist as I type, with a cup of hot tea beside me and brand new thick socks on my feet. (I’m ignoring the fact it’ll be 24C/75F this afternoon.) It’s the perfect time of year to delve into all those ideas and images and aesthetics that build up in the back of your mind and see where they take you. What do you keep coming back to, either reading or writing? And is there overlap between the two?