Parks are where it’s at. Where grass, benches, trees are. Sun. I tend to base wherever I choose to move on its proximity to parks. Went to the park by me the other day, hot day, a bunch of little kids were by the water fountain loading up water balloons. I mean damn. Love that.
nothing hits like pulling up to your fav park on a nice day. if it’s after work it’s even better. everybody is vibing out. there’s cute dogs. old people holding hands. kids playing outside like kids have done for all of human existence. just love maxing out on some leisure vibes. bonus points for a blanket, hammock, frisbee or additional park activity!!!
I can kill a whole day by myself at the park
Great view, can say I spent time in nature, community of park-goers surrounding me, etc
And usually if I have work to do and take it to the park it gets done at the speed of light rather than the snails pace that would occur in my home
I’m lucky enough to live in a city that has over 200 parks, of all shapes and sizes. my favorite being the one within walking distance of my apartment with this great lake next to it. The lake features a 3 mile walking/biking loop and lots of grass. I often rollerskate around the lake for exercise! But, lately, i’ve been reminded of the simple pleasure that is picnicking here. Just me, a blanket, a book, a snack, and a dream. (For those following along I also finally finished Martyr and am veryyy pleased) Here’s yesterday‘s venture for reference ⬇️
I don’t know how people read without candles. I’ll read without a candle—in the daytime, at the park, on the train. I do do that. But when I’m really going in. That’s the only way. At night, phone silented and out of reach. Reading for the duration of a candle’s burn. Thing is, in order to really use a candle, you’ve gotta have candles on candles. You’ve gotta be really strapped. Solid holder, with the wide, ashtray-like base, so you can balance it on random things. An armrest. Your lap. I throw down on these 45-count boxes of “perfect flame, clean burning, cotton wick” bistro candles from Bolsius. Polish brand. But you don’t even have to ball out like that, you can just go with the 4-count taper pack. Just make sure you got that solid holder, that’s crucial.
Recently bodied this. Old big French novel. Technically about the mining strikes in northern France in 1866, and definitely about that, but also just about life during that time. Scrapping in the mines. Living in close quarters, turning up in the village with the other workers. The implied stuff Zola looks at in terms of family structure, mating rules, social life. It moves like novels of that time, like the Russians, say, in how it roams omnisciently in that quintessentially 19th century way. But something about how he starts it, with the protagonist pulling up to a new town, homeless and hungry, and seeing him gradually integrate into the mining community… The intimacy of living in such close quarters… Idk, it’s counterintuitively spicy, I recommend it, it slaps.
Been trying to do stints, timed spurts, of total silence throughout my work days. It’s a constant back and forth, music or silence. But I tend to feel calmer, better about myself somehow, after I manage to be silent awhile.