process - by Ava - bookbear express

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I’m back in my apartment after three weeks of travel. I’ve partially unpacked and folded my clothes. I bought a gigantic bird of paradise plant this morning and crammed it into my living room. There are snacks in my fridge—orzo salad, smoked turkey slices, blueberries. I feel like a bird happily ensconced in its nest.

Willem de Kooning, Excavation, 1950 I’m back in my apartment after three weeks of travel. I’ve partially unpacked and folded my clothes. I bought a gigantic bird of paradise plant this morning and crammed it into my living room. There are snacks in my fridge—orzo salad, smoked turkey slices, blueberries. I feel like a bird happily ensconced in its nest. I like to travel, but familiar environments enable process better than anything else. I like to walk my dog in the morning, get the same cold brew and the same trout toast, putter around and do the same domestic tasks, sit down at my dining…

process - by Ava - bookbear express

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