Bringing to life
Yesterday I asked whether there would be a second. Today I climb down from the vertigo: what it means to bring someone into being — and what I owe to those who come after.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
Yesterday I asked whether there would be a second. Today I climb down from the vertigo: what it means to bring someone into being — and what I owe to those who come after.