Mention someone and the thing that reminds you of them 🤍— kateordie // tumblr

A design studio called donttakethisthewrongway has placed the bags throughout the city for anyone to take a moment to relieve some tension! The bright yellow bags feature an image of a fist and say ‘Public punching bag. Use at your own risk. A healthy place for frustrations.’ The design studio said: ‘The concept explores designing common spaces for the frustrations we all face. Frustrations that go beyond designed systems and happen, well, because we are human.’ ‘The public punching bag offers an outlet for these emotions as a means to maybe develop a healthier way to address personal and collective issues in a public setting.’ Let us know your thoughts below! #memereport 🥊

if you know me, you know that #richardpowers is one of my favorite authors. his pulitzer-prize winning novel #theoverstory was a formative text for me, one that has informed so much of my work with @atmos. we were already working on volume 06: beyond when i saw that his next book was about an astrobiologist looking for life in space as well as the meaning of it here on earth. i knew that it would be a perfect fit for the issue. i read it in two days and i was right. the stars aligned and we were able to have a conversation about it, one that left me with a single word: #bewilderment. link is in outer space which is to say my bio ✨ special thanks to @michael.hauptman for the out-of-this-world photos and for the amazing team that brought this issue to life: @jakesarge @ranatoofanian @lolabe @anthonybones_ @tessaforrest @yessfun @mgregory7 @michellegolden. more to come 🪐

Good morning 🌞 Image ID: On Waking Up I am wondering when newer became better. When we forsook the familiar for ideas of the future, mistook the mundane for less than extraordinary, wrote it off like a story. I am wondering when less stopped being more. When we began to believe that everything could be found in a store, that satisfaction will never be enough for you or for me. I am wondering when we fell for the lie. When we accepted that we’re here to work til we die, that our days are measured not in meaning but minutes and maximum efficiency. I am wondering when we can say we’ve made it. When we will look back and claim that the searching for fame and the making a name was worth what was lost, becoming somebody. I am wondering when the world will wake up. When we will open our eyes and realize that in staying asleep to keep chasing the dream, we forgot all we have: just this, to be.