nookish guest #3

for november’s nookish guest we have alex! i first found alex when i was ugly crying post on earth we’re briefly gorgeous. i had no one to turn to. not even my lover at the time. no one, and believe me when i say no one, was able to shoulder all the tears i was crying, until i stumbled upon alex’s review of the ocean vuong masterpiece. his cool, calm, collected self brought so much peace over me. the ugly crying stopped. and then i proceeded with a weekend binge of @whatpageareyouon.

it’s the glasses. the bookshelves in the back. the stars he leaves on letterboxd reviews. few words. but the stars are there. he’s a soft glow, that green light, in gatsby, in lorde’s melodrama, in the beat-on of boats, against the current, come get my things can’t let go, borne back ceaselessly as a writer in the dark.

here he is in all his glory:

🥮 describe the view outside your window.

the park: all trees that showoff yellow and orange. when the wind blows, it looks like a fire.

🥮 what’s your food of the month?

any version of pumpkin flavored coffee from anywhere, anytime.

🥮 what’s your elevator pitch?

🥮 what are you reading now?

• change by edouard louis

• this is not miami by fernanda melchor

• literally anything by annie ernaux at any given time

🥮 what are you watching now?

- getting into the works of hou hsiao-hsien

- current season of jujutsu kaisen

- playing random youtube videos of hours-length city walking tours as background noise, i really love the account rambalac recently.

🥮 current obsessions?

- videos of phoebe bridgers covering night shift by lucy dacus during the boygenius halloween show….i haven’t been the same since.

- the book mating by norman rush

🥮 what have you been dreaming about?

I’m on a ferry with someone during the sunset, but I wish the

sun wouldn’t leave, even if I like the ferry moving. I want to ask

the person I’m with if he thinks it could look like a sunrise, and I

want to say I wish we could stay on the deck all night. I don’t

say anything though, I put my hands in my coat pockets and

hunch my shoulders like I’m the coldest person in the world,

and keep idly looking left and right at the water and the city in

the distance like I’m waiting for a song to be over. I sit beside

him and wonder what a good sign could be to signal that I wish

this could be longer, like if I said, “I want to write about this,” as

if I think he’d know what that means. Time moves like a pensive

montage in a movie, like something is just about to begin or

end.

🥮 what song(s) has best represented your mood for the month?

- cha cha slide by dj casper

- i’ll try anything once (specifically the demo version!) by the strokes

- last words of a shooting star by mitski

🥮 what’s a mantra that you’ve implemented into your days?

“no one young knows the name of anything.”

you can find alex and all of this thoughts here.

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