at once, I know them not at all and better than myself.

the first installment of a new series entitled "letters to no one"

Somewhere in Europe, on a train from Brussels to Amsterdam, I scrolled through my email outbox and read the words I had written for my friends.  My eyes moved over the sentences easily.  I was surprised at how well-composed I was finding them to be.

It is common practice for me, on the days when I feel a cannot write very well, that I tend to take to emailing my friends instead.  This way, I am still writing but I feel I can take it less seriously.  Over the phone, I asked my friend what she thought about me publishing them as part of a series. “You should,” she had told me. “They are your words, after all.”

Upon a month of further reflection and gathering from the archives, I have decided that this is something I want to pursue.  As someone who is extremely public about myself but extremely private about those that I love, I have decided to only publish my halves of the conversations and redact any names used throughout the body text and the subject lines.  

Since this is a very personal project, I will be keeping it behind a paywall.  You can subscribe for $5 USD a month with the option to cancel at any time.  Whatever you choose to do next is completely your own choice and I will not hold anything against you either way.  It was hard to decide to set up a paywall at all but a starving artist does have to eat somehow…

Without further ado, I present to you, “letters to no one.”