A custom envelope designed for a penpal of mine :) I often find myself listless. More focused on the dead skin beneath my fingernails, or the give of a velvet sofa under my legs, I struggle to buckle down and do something purely for leisure’s sake. What that means is that when I do consume media, it needs to be worth it. These were my January picks. Literature I only read one book in January, despite intending to get through more. That book was Man and His Symbols  by C.G. J

A collection of memoir concerning my January experiences. ‘More Legs Than Usual’ Recently I’ve been growing claws. Toying with their calcific sharpness—like the grooves of a grater, the teeth of a serrated knife—keeps me from catching my softened face in the window. Softened by moonlight and sweat and lantern searches across the open road. Smoke rolls through the hillsides; dehydrated grass bleaches into locks of Gaia’s hair. Her body holds its trapped heat, its beauty marks

The calloused hand. The brief ache of thumb and index finger, slim pen pressed against dermis and thin, profusely inked paper. Unlabelled Chinese tea, over-steeped and exhaling bitterness — tart, drying, faintly medicinal. The mandible churned by a neural mortar and pestle; nerves like tangled wires running to my temple. Flashcards, done.  I glance at my Anki heatmap — that glimmering jade array of days (years) spent revising, crafting mnemonics, fusing fleeting statistics to