
Genius Loci Digest: 8 August 2025
Even when I’m heading back home I can feel its zest, its warmth and light. I take the memory of it with me inside, like contraband.
Even when I’m heading back home I can feel its zest, its warmth and light. I take the memory of it with me inside, like contraband.
Part of the joy I feel as I sit with a vin rouge, watching life ripple through the square, is a deeper sense of connection and gratitude
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships