it is spring; the ice has melted

what i watched, read, and listened to as everything bloomed

My version of lipstick on a glass.

“Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.” — Nabokov, Mary

Well, it’s spring again, and everything is different. It’s such a shift that I had to attach a dramatic epigraph to this missive. This time last year I had just started to take my Substack “seriously.” I wa…