There is so much wrong here, I don’t even know where to begin 😆😆😆

I’d love to hear about your own journey, what keeps you returning to the page when the path grows dim, and how you keep that stubborn little spark alive.

Warmly,
Karin

some arriving in a rush, others slipping in slowly, like dusk learning the shape of a room. It’s solitary work, this stitching of shadows into meaning, but it’s how I make sense of the odd, sharp corners of life.

Love it! I was 9 when this came out, and I thought sci-fi villains began and ended with Darth Vader. After this I was like, ohhh, there is so much more you can do 😄