04 Jan Eutopia 14
I often find joy in little things. Less often: signs. Sometimes even sense can be found. (Most often by accident). -Agnieszka Węglarska @agata.grafisk facebook.com/agata.grafisk...
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26 Dec Eutopia 13
The awareness of I am as creative manifestation and action.I am everything. Everything is inside Me. - Melissa Landauer"To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour"from Auguries of...
24 Dec Eutopia 12
This was the moment that I had the feeling of being released from a year of work. It was 9:20 pm on Dec. 23rd, 2019. I was working at one of the most popular vintage kimono shops in Tokyo. That day, I was really tired from...
21 Dec Eutopia 11
Up at five o'clock The kids are still sound asleep Silence all around - Anonymous ...
21 Dec Eutopia 10
This photo is from a business trip that I recently took to San Francisco. My boss and I were driving to our client’s office when a beautiful fog rolled in to the hills. Because the sights were so pretty, we decided to take a quick detour...
21 Dec Eutopia 09
These are type designer Oz Cooper’s original drawings for the swash capitals for Cooper Black Italic. They are kept in the Newberry Museum in Chicago, Illinois. I visited Chicago in the winter of 2009 to research Cooper’s work for a feature that I wanted to write...
16 Dec Eutopia 08
Midget When I was around 7, I remember my parents having a mini screwdriver with a yellow translucent handle. It was perfectly kid-size, and ended up being what I used to take apart the alarm clock they relied on every day. I am convinced that this...
16 Dec Eutopia 07
The alarm goes off on his phone and we snooze once or twice, twisting together, enjoying the half-light state of the morning. I’ll pinch his toes with my toes. We are in a perpetual state of cuddle and will find any excuse. Eventually, we wrench ourselves...
08 Dec Eutopia 06
I drove by the bridge safe in the backseat 20 years since I had biked those sandy streets in a dusty tennis skirt (even though I hadn’t held a racket in 8 years) / backpack full of cold beer. Condensation trickling down the lower back. Somehow I survived...
02 Dec Eutopia 05
It is a moment. A moment of bliss where nothing else matters. It is deep, personal, and private. The feelings are not shared with anyone else. All is within. I am not alone. Someone else is there. It is short. Very short. Outer distractions seep in within...