scenes from saturday morning. a mixed bag.

11:57 PM

A slow & hot start to Saturday; I spent the morning making bowls of mixed cereal (cheerios & nutrigrain), sifting through records, making a mixtape- old school style (an actual cassette tape. a rarity, a lo-fi relic!) and taking photos...

How do you whittle the weekend away? What are your sloth-like activities of joy?


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