I Know There is a View Because I've Seen it Before
Snow, fire, mice, ceremony, my first forays into using AI-generated images to encourage reflection, a new story about a vintage clothing connaisseur, and a new newsletter offshoot.
An Unceremonious Thing
We started a fire in the pagoda yesterday. It was snowing. The fire was in the wood stove. The pagoda is an outbuilding perched on a hill by our house. “Pagoda” is the name it came with. It was delivered seven years ago by a Mennonite couple driving a truck backward down a steep hill on a road that was not a road until my partner spent three “Fitzcarraldo”-like days with a chainsaw because he had a vision of where it should be situated, what the views should be.
