Miranda July's newsletter

Hello everyone and welcome. It’s mid-August in the year 2026. Let’s begin with some cheap ways to eat. This one is a chain: you can get three meals out of a 14 dollar Cava bowl — after the second meal leave just a little bit of the insane medley of 15 different things to mix with a can of tuna / some hummus / maybe some saurkraut or whatever you have lying around. Two meals and some stone soup. Couldn’t resist looking up the company.

Oh so many things! I continue to rediscover the fine art of privacy, which seems to go hand and hand with exercise — a fullness and strength of body and soul. Historically, I’ve understood privacy to mean ‘save it for the book’, ie, let the idea develop in your unconscious, maybe in conversation, but don’t share it publicly because you will limit its wingspan and thus the distance it could take you. Now I’m taking it a step further: don’t even write about it. Just feel it. Is this even possible??

I’m writing this in a Mediterranean resturant called Aroma, it’s in a strip mall in Hollywood. My girlfriend has a chiropractic appointment in the same building and I’m waiting for her. I feel like I “stumbled on a real little gem” (doesn’t take much for me to feel like this) (really all I have to do is leave the house.) This sandwich is amazing. The young men next to me are talking about the house one of the men just bought with his wife.