The moment of mistaking Wembley lasers for the moon, and that brief pause before certainty returned, feels like it holds the whole essay in miniature: we keep reaching for the bigger perspective and then life, with real tenderness, brings us back to earth. Trisha's sounds like exactly the kind of place that proves the unpolished things last longest.
I do love these diaries... and wish I could write my own but keep hitting a wall... maybe the problem is my life is dull and there's nothing to report! But still.
Gorge… and don’t we love that woman getting it wrong and trying and sharing love ❤️❤️❤️
Loved her so much.
I love it that there are still these sort of places in Soho. You just need to know where to look.
I find a lot of things suddenly make sense if viewed from a different perspective.
When you set up your own country, I’d like to apply for a visa.
Ha! It’s a deal.
The places that are authentic have the quality of "sprezzatura," a favorite Italian word that means a nonchalance that is well earned.
Trisha’s had that in spades. A true original.
The moment of mistaking Wembley lasers for the moon, and that brief pause before certainty returned, feels like it holds the whole essay in miniature: we keep reaching for the bigger perspective and then life, with real tenderness, brings us back to earth. Trisha's sounds like exactly the kind of place that proves the unpolished things last longest.
It is a dirty stinking basement gem of a place. And long may it last exactly as it is.
I’m with you - “Wouldn’t it be great if this perspective on our blue dot brought sense.” Wouldn’t it just x
I do love these diaries... and wish I could write my own but keep hitting a wall... maybe the problem is my life is dull and there's nothing to report! But still.