what’s on my mind #1
letters from my desk in my corner of the world
Dear friend,
How are you? I write this on the day of the autumn equinox, a day of liminality, poised between past and pivot. There’s a cool wind blowing in through the balcony, and the sound of life outside is mixing with the dulcet notes of Billy Joel’s Vienna playing in the background. I thought I would tell you about the things I’ve been thinking about, and hope you will treat this as a missive from a friend, tucked into a well-travelled envelope that smells of far away.