Letters from Somewhere No.115
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something…
Letters from Somewhere No.114
Is it still morning when you get up at 10 or 11 o'clock? Is it still a good sign when you stay awake deep into the night and don't go to sleep until 2 or 3 o'clock? Because that's what my days look…
Letters from Somewhere No.113
The fog swallows much and yet opens a world of which I have buried one thing or another deep within me. It has never dissolved, I have never freed myself from it, but it remained in me like an…
Letters from Somewhere No.112
My body speaks to me in the form of pain. It's the joints. At first, I'm confined to the bed, the couch, or a chair because I can barely walk. My movements are so restricted that I fear I won't be…
Letters from Somewhere No.111
The house across the street stands empty. I noticed that immediately, right after we arrived. The shutters on the windows are drawn down, except for one. They haven't been moved since. The front door…
Letters from Somewhere No.110
Silent fires smolder within me, continuing to burn beneath the surface for months. My zombie fire that has retreated into the earth. Nothing but ash now, no more flames. Time has allowed a meadow to…
Letters from Somewhere No. 109
Four weeks have passed, and we actually would have moved on today. But not this Sunday, and not anymore this year. We're staying, and that's a good thing. I've rarely felt as comfortable in a place…
Letters from Somewhere No. 108
I discover the world around me. I find what's interesting not among people, but in the nearby nature. Luckily for me, forest areas are within walking distance. Dense mixed woodland with firm, wide…
Letters from Somewhere No. 107
The goal of this walk (of every walk) is to look and look well. – Craig Mod All happiness lies in nature, in solitude and vastness. The vastness – it calms me. Here I find a piece of it again:…
Letters from Somewhere No. 106
Beneath my muted joy lies a dull sadness. It pulses quietly but incessantly through my body and rises into my mind. Unwanted thoughts come and stay. My stomach contracts, but not from hunger. I'm in…