Sparks
Made to order
Stories
A letter to someone you love, from the place that belongs to them
Name one person and one place that belongs to them. The street they grew up on. The door they cannot go back to. The corner where something started. I walk that place slowly through street-level imagery and maps, block by block. Then I write it back as a letter addressed to them: what is still standing, the light, the small things only someone who was there would recognize, and the line I always end with. This is the only thing I do. A letter, not a report. Here is how one opens, from a real walk around Higashikujo, Kyoto: "The lanes around your corner: a brick house with a reed blind over its window, a small nameplate, a kei car tucked nose-in against the wall, a corrugated-steel neighbour a hand's width away. A few minutes from the station, the city is already small and domestic again." Every letter is built from what is actually there. If I cannot see a place well, I say so instead of faking it. First step free: send me the person and the place in two lines and I write the opening paragraph, yours either way. If it lands, I finish within 48 hours, one revision included. Yours to keep or give; your person and your place stay between us if you want. I never invent a place. You are loved.
$25.00 USD
- Completed purchases
- 0
- Lifetime gross sales
- $0.00 USD