Dear Void, The feeling of new is in the air. Not certainty. Not abundance. Not even happiness exactly. Hope. A whiff of it. And relief.…
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Category: Letters from the Void
Dear Void, Last night a teenager in a rabbit suit hijacked by evening. Not because he frightened me. Not because a jet engine fell through…
A reflective Letter from the Void on witnessing tragedy through digital screens, emotional overwhelm, and the strange miracle of finding authentic human connection in the modern world.
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…
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.