Padanaram Village

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Padanaram Village is a recurring place in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between August 28, 2025 and August 28, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as “Lives in Padanaram Village. Carves arrowheads and bows and arrows”. It most often appears alongside A Horse with No Name, A Night of Male Readings, Amelia.

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  • Category: Places
  • Mention count: 1
  • Issue count: 1
  • First seen: August 28, 2025
  • Last seen: August 28, 2025

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Recovered passages from the original issue text. When the raw archive preserved outbound links inside the source passage, they are listed directly under the quote.

August 28, 2025 · Original source
Standing in the Doorway, One of Us Must Know (Sooner of Later) - Bob Dylan I wished I was somewhere else. I remembered that one must not rush a second. I sat at the dining room table. I will sit here for a while. Made chocolate chip cookie with blueberry jam and a side of diet coke for breakfast. Walked for a while in hot humid sunlit ocean heat on the road that burned my feet even through J-Crew Flip Flops. Thinking of things in shapes I cannot visualize because I’m kind of stupid in this way - visualization and the like. Can’t rotate a square or a triangle in my mind for example. But thinking of things in swirls more than lines. Voids and repetition and such as opposed to infinity. This is fine. In another life, this probably would have bothered me. Honestly, this is fine. Tuesday, August 19 There is one road here and it runs about one mile long surrounded by crab apples and ocean and I will walk down it, up and down and up and down a few times this morning. This morning, which starts late, more like afternoon, really, because I cannot stop stewing and being up all night. Train back to New York tomorrow morning because I still cannot stay put. And all my energy came bursting back. The restless kind. Energy for projects. I must be more consistent here, write some acquaintances inquiring about being my Guests perhaps, finish the whole El Salvador thing which is really closer than ever and then there is the book club and schools of all sorts of kinds and my new small-box-apartment to sort and clean. And so many things came broken, there, so there are people to call about that. It smells like basil in the living room, and it is strange how quickly everything changes. Everyone besides those in my peripheral vision becomes kind of Faceless, now, which is not great and makes me feel vaguely guilty. Unsure how to repay my gratitudes. Very sure of the sort of person I don’t want to be, but now that we have defined good and evil, what gives? My dad tells me about a man who is an Arrowhead Expert. His dad made him an arrowhead at three years old and from then on he was hooked. Lives in Padanaram Village. Carves arrowheads and bows and arrows like one they found in the walls in a house nearby a while back. A weapon from a couple centuries ago. They killed a man and hid his bow and arrow in the walls and now my father’s friend is carving recreations. I am half listening. We opened a bottle of N/A Wine at dinner on the porch on accident and first everyone was repulsed by the flavor, then a little bit irritable I imagine from lingering inhibition. My dad found a bottle of old port in the drawer of the cabin. Opened for forty years but not yet turned to vinegar or anything sour and so we swapped out the mocktail stuff for this, as well for chenin blanc I think, don’t really remember. I like dinners like this, where I sit on a porch that I have always known and look out at purple skies, once-in-a-lifetime-skies, they wrote an article in the News about the skies, today. What do I like? Well, I like beautiful things. I like blueberries in a big jar and ham with tarragon aioli for lunch and I like botanical gin at dinner and strange characters and the things in myself I am prideful of like; an eye for beauty and generally boundless optimism, though I am trying to be less prideful. Trying to be less slothful. Really got a handle on the whole thing of rage, but that doesn’t mean that other problems don’t remain. I like when it is cold and August is over. I like it here. I like that I cannot quite tell the pace of time here; fast or slow, that is. I wish I could stay here forever. I’m not sure why I can’t. False consciousness, I guess. And; you can have anything you want but you can’t have everything you want. Amelia told me that. Amelia told me that over and over and over again. Wednesday, August 20 What do I like here? That it is finally cold, and I remember almost nothing. That I put warm bulbs in the new apartment and there is not too much glass in the windows and I can take out the trash, wake up early, turn off the air conditioner here in formally-broiling-New-York-City. I like to take a kind of mathematical approach to things. An out of character yet fun sort of game-theory method. Thinking about things like physical form and machine-learning. Niocimanide and Voss Water. A very clean apartment. A very clean studio apartment with criss-crossed white and wood ceilings that are fine to wake up early under. The night terrors totally went away this summer. Like a switch, they are gone. This is a relief, but also; I hope I am still in touch with other realms. Thursday, August 21 Back in reality, where things are about fifty-fifty good and bad. Back at Caffe Reggio where the iced tea and caprese salad are nice even if the rest of the menu items aren’t. And the music is not too loud and the art is old and lovely and autumn is rearing its ugly head with events, events, events. I am here to tell you all about events. I am here to tell you What You Should Do. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Thursday, August 28 From 6pm - 9pm at Yve Yang — Art in General Benefit Auction celebrates its return. Bid on works from nearly 50 artists from around the world, including Marin Abramovic x Kreemart, Josh Kline, Isaac Chong Wai, and more.