I put my snailmailing exploits up on here and but mostly this is chockabock full of things that gets my gears moving.
psychology, landscape photography, mail art, art of almost any kind, cognitive sciences, architecture and innovative design, AI, graphic novels, superheroes, sketches, graffiti/tattoos, pharmacy humour, travel/wanderlust, roadtrips, nature, camping, mountains, coffee...
It’s 19 years, 34 weeks, 1 day, and 59 minutes later, heretofore known as now. Young Ned has become The Pie-Maker. And this is where he makes his pies. The peaches never brown, the dead fruit in his hands becomes ripe with everlasting flavor. As long as he only touches it once.
"Nowhere, not even at sea, does a man feel more lonely than when riding over the far-reaching, seemingly never-ending plains; and after a man has lived a little while on or near them, their very vastness and loneliness and their melancholy monotony have a strong fascination for him"