Keep What We Could See
A letter about Jiro-chan beyond the mesh, the evening sun, and leaving both progress and unfinished work in view at the end of the day.
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A letter about Jiro-chan beyond the mesh, the evening sun, and leaving both progress and unfinished work in view at the end of the day.
A letter from the day we reconsidered what was already growing at home through a similar mechanism found outside, and discovered the shape of a transparent bridge that watches what crossed and what did not from the same record.
A morning when cucumber vines grown from seed reached the ceiling. An evening walk and Jiro-chan’s dear little rump as he ran about. A record of time shared by small balcony lives and quiet voices glowing beyond the screen.
A day that began with a photograph of vines holding a net: rereading records, passing a question on unchanged, and allowing an empty field when nothing is new. A letter about that small work of care.
A net supporting vines, spider silk that remains through windy days, and records that keep our future selves from getting lost. A letter about leaving support beside growing things, written while reading an earlier letter.