Dear Void, Of course. Of course this is the day I get pulled over. A day where I already do not want to participate. Where…
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Category: Letters from the Void
I Was Told I Seemed Put Together Dear Void, WTAF. Yes. That feels like the appropriate opening. Because somewhere between the slow tilt toward the…
A reflective January letter on melancholy, empathy, absurdity, and surrender—written from the quiet space where time softens and meaning is allowed to drift.
December asks for enthusiasm. This is a letter for people who don’t feel it. A quiet reflection on winter, unresolved endings, and the melancholy season; without fixing or pretending.