the vault
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spaghetti moshfeghetti
‘art that was supposed to be subversive, irreverent, shocking, but was all just canned counterculture crap.’
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at night the moon whispers
recapping a day of turbulent tranquility. perhaps a deceiving title, because lulled by the gentle cascade of evening breeze there is the silent roar of an approaching train threatening to engulf me whole.
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spring is tinged with romantic melancholy
one day the fog will fade and skeletons emerge. for now though, i am lounging in my castle made of clouds, feeling on top of the world.
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un-didionified
on joan didion. didion might have passed away in december 2021, but the cult of joan lives on. for decades, joan didion has been idolized for her californian glamour, her raw and cutting prose, her astute observations on society and her unapologetic-ness in expressing them…
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voice of the void, hello
hi! it’s natalie. i guess this is it, la blog. amidst unfettered storms, i’d like to imagine a swan gliding across a lake in quiet solitude; amongst thrashing winds, a single leaf swaying gently in the air. currently, the real world is offering no peace for me – i have constantly found myself swept up…
