Daniel Arsham being color blind makes this interaction with Hoby Wedler all the more special.

In Memory of the Resilient Refugees of Sudan 🌍 On this #WorldRefugeeDay, DARFUR NETWORK FOR HUMAN RIGHTS pays heartfelt tribute to the indomitable spirit of #Sudanese #refugees. Displaced by relentless conflict and unimaginable hardship, they have shown remarkable courage and resilience in the face

A loaf loathe tweet? God’s green planet isn’t plummeting afterall.

The inexplicable art of being a young Elijah Wood in The Cranberries’ “Ridiculous Thoughts” video.

The Smiths will forever remain one of the most significant bands out of England from the early 80’s and beyond. What those guys did in only 5 years, ‘82 - ‘87, is beyond incredible. Hopefully, Morrisey uses a mobile phone now, or not. Sleep on, Andy Rourke. ❤️

A Thief Called Grief Grief isn’t brief Life isn’t either Life is a fief Get a breather Grief isn’t lief Life maybe Grief is reif robs daily Time is a soother Or not Grief is a bother time is nought So what’s life without grief A property for the thief

I will always revel at the melodic bliss Lauryn Hill screaming “My Joy” on ‘Zion’ presents me.

Best song I had the distinct pleasure of listening to in 2025 is Made Kuti’s Wait And See. Poignant lyricism draped in shawls of musical instrument elitism; loud horns silently confluencing with the percussions’ flow, modulations uplifted by backing chorals. A masterpiece!

Stumbled upon ProVerb’s “My Vers’d Love” on my friend’s MP3 player eons ago (not in the Stone Age, but you see what I mean, or not). Eons later, I’m yet to hear a greater eulogy to Hip Hop than that Classic. I hope ProVerb is doing okay wherever he’s at now.

“Ogun Isoye” with Nomolos on same album told an even better story.

Whoever curated the nexus of Polo Ralph Lauren and Ralph Lauren Purple Label, debuting on a Milan runway, is totally brilliant. Even more brilliant, is playing Nina Simone’s “Sinnerman” as the models did their Preppy and New Yorker walks.

Seen Train Dreams an unhealthy number of times for a movie so brilliantly piteous. While I’m inadvertently haunted by Will Patton’s narratorial style, I’m more intrigued by how Nick Cave felt writing the OST knowing he’s sadly, lost 2 sons. Grief heals what it doesn’t kill.

I re-listened to Simon & Garfunkel’s ‘The Sound of Silence’ and authored an academic paper no one may ever read: “People Talking Without Speaking”: The Sound of Silence as a Critique of Algorithmic Conformity and the Annihilation of Genuine Social Interaction.

Unspoken stages of grief: 1. Feeling guilty for inadvertently forgetting what a deceased loved one looked like. 2. Seemingly despising a place, song, food, art or scent a deceased love one fancied. 3. Randomly running into their friends you had deliberately avoided.