You thought you’d write this issue after reading two books that have waited on your desk for weeks now. Along with this, you planned to finish reading the essay about art that you’re halfway through because you knew that these would, without a doubt, deepen your understanding of the world and your place within it. You wanted to see how it would reflect in the writing. You thought this issue would touch upon everything you’ve been thinking about and feeling and observing lately and present it to the world in a compact, neatly wrapped package. This has obviously not happened, seems obviously to be impossible, and is probably (definitely) not even what you want.
Your words have found me this Sunday morning like an oasis of reassurance while I starve (myself?) of old comforts. I'm also being increasingly transfixed by your writing- tender yet succinct.
Your words have found me this Sunday morning like an oasis of reassurance while I starve (myself?) of old comforts. I'm also being increasingly transfixed by your writing- tender yet succinct.
I love how relatable number 1 is. ❤️ And how beautiful the painting is. 🌺 And all the glimpses of you in between. :)