This is the season that we make bunk bed caves and forts and snow houses every day. We suspend blankets over our heads and let the light of a tiny flashlight make the whole thing glow. There is one at the foot of the stairs, another one behind the couch, one between two mattresses. We feel this urge to create new structures to cocoon us until we can knock them all down in spring with our wings.
Since 2020, I have written the following: -grandiose grocery lists (written on an empty stomach) that often end up getlting left behind at home -funding proposals -delicately worded emails -harried Whatsapp messages -a slew of facebook messages (that basically kept me alive) -a tinder profile or two... -utilitarian text messages -heart felt text messages -the very occasional love note (on paper) to a friend or a loved one The things I have not written since 2020: -a journal -a multi-page handwritten letter -a play -a sketch -a novel -more than 2-3 blog posts that I didn't even publish -a pros and cons list
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