Letters
Shared Draft
Today… (no, “today” is merely a linear trap; you would say: “time is a disease of…
Letters
A Letter to Become Your Dream
I am writing to you as one writes in the night to someone who is sleeping…
Letters
Serenade of the Shadow
Why the violin? Perhaps because no other instrument is capable of weeping like this. It cannot…
Letters
A Letter from the Whale
You are reading these lines, and I remember how, long before people invented writing, we sang…
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Letter Without a Name
Morning. But not the kind that brings light – rather, one in which it will never…
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Letter from the Forest
To anyone… I have long since stopped speaking my own name. In this place, it turned…