- is a phrase that i wish was an actual saying, not just a thing I thought up today. Life goal: form and live in a commune. It would be so great to have a choice of seven-eight people to choose between for purposes of any interaction: wake up, make coffee with and for Aparna (alphabetically naming fictional future commune members), eat Bob's eggs (runny yolk coating foraged mushrooms), hear Cat in the distance - singing in the shower, ignore Dharmendra, lean over Ellie's shoulder... or just escape to the terrace for some quiet time. But oh the joy of being within shouting distance from a hug or a chat or a companionable cry. Only friends allowed in my commune, no blood relatives - thank you and goodbye.
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The Why.I used to send a lot of snail mail pre-pre-lockdown... now even sending out Christmas cards gives me feelings of vague unease. But what I do have is a bunch of collected postcards from when travel was a yearly affair filled with such ease. So I give you: Postcards to No One. Archives
April 2022
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