Sunday inspirations

• The juice that moves under the skin of a wedge of mandarin orange. Like water in a blister. But delicious.

• To see a maiko applying makeup. I don't even wear makeup, but the ritual of it enchants me.

• Christmas tree shadows.

• When I'm the last one awake and it's just the Christmas tree all lit up and me on my laptop, both of us in the dark house.

• Carousel music.

• Winter rains.

• Astronauts, cosmonauts.

• A roll of 35mm from a cheap childhood camera.

• This.

• Finding out that certain plants in the holly family are highly caffeinated.

• A small book called Green Angel which is half fable, half bedtime poem.

• Lying on my bed with my cat after dinner, with "Into Dust" on repeat on my laptop, just spacing out sublimely.