Bittersalt

My mother speaks the language of flowers. Put a few fresh stems in her hands, and her eyes will light up behind her lashes like the morning sun - warm and sparkling between tall slender blades of grass. "Orchids like to talk to one another, so you have to listen to their conversation and find out who's… Continue reading Bittersalt

Instagram: we’ve been doing it all wrong

In this post tech-bubble ecosystem we are, for an overwhelmingly fat part, bottomless feeders. No, we are not eating nonstop, though we are certainly eating way more than our grandparents did. What we can't get enough of, however, is that intangible feed that stretches on into the endless abyss beyond the southernmost limit of your screen.… Continue reading Instagram: we’ve been doing it all wrong