When nations grow old,
the Arts grow cold,
And Commerce settles on every tree:
And the poor and the old
Can live upon gold,
For all are born poor.
Aged sixty-three.

• William Blake, On Art And Artists (1800) ‘On the Foundation of the Royal Academy’

Morning lights reflecting across the snow.

Dear future me,
Today you hit 160 days in your movement streak. Since the summer of 2024 you managed to run about 23.8 miles a week, removed 20 lbs that your body no longer has to carry, and hopefully pushed back a bit of bodily entropy. I hope you kept up this good work.

The things that I have made over the years of my life have taught me so much, and in so many different ways. They have different lessons depending on the period of my life that I’m engaging with them and they change over time to me. There are many pieces in this building that have also changed over time so, to me, that is a bit of a kind of a life. There is a bit of something alive in that intersection.

• Adam Savage on remaining engaged with the art he made in his early 20’s, YouTube

It’s so cold today that it looks like somebody spilled glitter all over the snow.