{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Midnight Radio","title":"Moonlight","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":4445,"description":"\n1\nBut enough about robots and dying governments. Time to stop talking about the thing and start doing the thing. Like increasing my capacity for beauty and wonder, which can be a challenging muscle to exercise when the world feels like it’s sliding into a sinister dimension.\nEver since I’ve known C, she’s kept a grid of aspirational images taped to the wall to guide whatever she’s working on at the moment. Dozens of photographs, postcards, and clippings from magazines orbit her head. A mood board? I asked once. “No,” she said. “An inspiration station.” This phrase sticks with me because it sounds wonderfully ritualistic, like the stations of the cross.\nOf course, I had to overengineer this idea and invest in fifty picture frames, first all black, then all white because I wanted to achieve a Platonic grid. Nail holes riddled my wall because I couldn’t get the measurements right, so I tried some serendipity and wabi-sabi, but that was no good. I removed the glass from each frame because I couldn’t stand the shine. This was okay for a while, but the frames were eating valuable space that dwindled with each visit to a museum. C had it right all along: Tape is the way. Tape is fluid. Tape supports a changing mind.\n\nScenes from my current Inspiration Station\nAnd the criteria for my inspiration station? Each photo has a story, and ideally it's been encountered in the flesh. Lately my nightly ritual is to pluck an image from the wall and spend ten minutes pondering it. It’s more fun than meditation, the way attending to color and shape conjure the muck of memory and sensation yet keep me present-tense.\n\n2Vilhelm Hammershøi, Interior from Strandgade with Sunlight on the Floor (1901)\nVilhelm Hammershøi was a Danish painter who specialized in the muted and subdued. I first encountered his work last year at the National Gallery in Copenhagen, and I fell in love with his atmosphere. It looks like how memory feels, familiar yet beyond language. In the painting above, we do...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/aK9xEzwFZuTvZiXTBGpDqOGBFpNHcV13AfGQrbwL0Hg/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS83Y2U1/MGU2YTFiNDM0Y2Jk/YTU5ZWFhYWZlNTZj/MmE3Zi5qcGVn.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}