Lately I’ve been thinking about being on the radio. In college, I hosted a late night show with a friend, which meant we spent each week combing the internet and pulling records, then choosing songs until each set reflected a glimmer of our lives. And I miss that. Not the broadcast as much as the intention. Packing books into boxes sounds different than watching fireworks which sounds different than serving eggs and mimosas while hungover. And now? I’m a mess. I spend too much time dreaming about wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit and eating outside and driving back to Charlottesville and picking peaches. The truth is that I love escape just as much as I love potting fresh plants and arranging them in good light.
— Caroline Rayner
“Silver” by Waxahatchee
“Tiller of Lawn” by Andrew Cedermark
“Sign of the Times” by Harry Styles
“Legends of My Own” by Gun Outfit
“Blow” by Tara Jane O’Neil