Dear Stranger, Here, the hills are stitched together with prayer flags. They snap and tremble above the roads, carrying blessings into the air. At least, that is what people believe. A kind of magical telegram, sent without wires, addressed to whoever happens to be breathing downwind. People here seem to live close to prayer. They … Read more
Dear Stranger, France has given me a small cruelty called pain au chocolat. Pain, but filled with chocolate. I laughed at the name until I bit into one and understood that perhaps this is how life prefers to make its jokes: warm, flaky, and leaving crumbs all over your coat. Later, I climbed onto a … Read more
Dear Stranger, I am writing from a high cliff above the sea. The horizon is so wide it almost feels cruel. The water goes on without asking anything of me, and the sky has turned the pink of a padparadscha stone—soft, expensive, impossible to keep. There is a blessing in being alone. No one interrupts … Read more