desert wind forgot your name / jungle woods and river side
I just finished Bed by Tao Lin:
which brings the number of Tao Lin books I have read in the past few months to a shocking THREE. I would say it’s the most ’emotional’ book of his I’ve read and also the one with the most overtly ‘literary’ language (?) and certainly emotionally heaviest-hitting. Like, super depressing, in an accurate and too-familiar way. Really good and worth a read.
There are lots more arrestingly beautiful and inspiring photos at his site, ‘this is not a story.’
And, finally, I’ve recently been listening to a lot of: