I went candle shopping with a friend today. Her indulgence in a highly inefficient means of distributing light and scent is part of a self-care routine, so who am I to judge? But the existence of the $50 scented candles is quite absurd – in a Camusian sense, that it sheds light on the unfathomable … Continue reading On the absurdity of scented candles
Month: Oct 2017
The search for whimsical things. Pt 1.
The family next door has lived here since 1954. The ones upstairs moved in a year later, but when the original owners died, their children had the place stripped and refurbished into a studio, now inhabited by an American or European expat whose only encounter with me is the cacophony of her sex life at … Continue reading The search for whimsical things. Pt 1.
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