God is made of hunger and I am made of dreams, Katie Maria
i love my solitude but i was meant to be a lover
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
the scariest, most liberating thing is that it’s all up to you!
“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”
Kitchen Tables: Peter Pereira, “A Pot of Red Lentils” // Hilde Goossens, The Egg-Eaters // Penelope Shuttle, “In the Kitchen” // Joy Harjo, “Perhaps the World Ends Here”