Birch

A sous chef's gift from a Russian deli inspired Jordan Kahn to lay out this luscious woodland landscape worthy of Turgenev. A frozen birch-sap granite is served with a base of soft mugwort mousse, sweetened with red-currant syrup, accompanied by shards of dried pine meringue and a side of frozen milk skin, and blanketed in dried hyssop leaves, wild fennel, and red coriander.

NYMag

Necropolyst

"Moskvin confessed what had inspired his obsession with the dead. He describes how back in 1979, when he was 13, he was stopped by people in black suits on his way from school, dragged to a coffin containing the body of an 11-year-old girl named Natasha Petrova, and forced to kiss the dead girl. “I kissed her once, then again, then again,” Moskvin said in the newspaper article. The mystical ritual ended with the girl’s mother putting wedding rings on Moskvin’s and the dead girl’s fingers. “My strange marriage with Natasha Petrova was useful,” Moskvin recalled, as the experience helped him to develop a deep interest in “serious magic ceremonies.”"

Perfumer

unlimited capactiy

machine hybrid, running creating on the momentum of its own mania, harden up and disappear into the poison for a while - cut texts and serve em back up sharp from that brain: the prettiest sweatshop; hours on keystrokes link the textures of hell from books to the grey matter swirled round violently till some monster precipitates, takes over the mind the city body appetite and sleep - who knows what holes we'll fall into, obsessed, or when we'll fall out, transformed.

blackout

helping others is a fuckofalot easier than helping yourself

Fool (to Lear)

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

abandoned mental asylums

here

inner

“I should advise you to put it all down as beautifully as you can — in some beautifully bound book,” Jung instructed. “It will seem as if you were making the visions banal — but then you need to do that — then you are freed from the power of them. . . . Then when these things are in some precious book you can go to the book & turn over the pages & for you it will be your church — your cathedral — the silent places of your spirit where you will find renewal. If anyone tells you that it is morbid or neurotic and you listen to them — then you will lose your soul — for in that book is your soul.”

CGJ

Petiatil Cx Htdui

At this point, man withdrew and fled.

Then the animals ate him.

It was not a rape,
he lent himself to the obscene meal.

He relished it,
he learned himself
to act like an animal
and to eat rat
daintily.

And where does this foul debasement come from?

The fact that the world is not yet formed,
or that man has only a small idea of the world
and wants to hold on to it forever?

This comes from the fact that man,
one fine day,
stopped
the idea of the world.

Two paths were open to him:
that of the infinite without,
that of the infinitesimal within.

And he chose the infinitesimal within.

(Antonin Artaud, To Have Done with the Judgement of God)

"what keeps you up at night?" "coffee."