I don’t know who you are, and yet I do.
I leave the door to this house unlocked. I swore to myself in January that I would curate heirlooms here even if I was unsure I could afford the time. I come in and out, and you follow me. Sometimes you’ll send me direct messages, but most of the time you say nothing. I love both.
This is starting to feel like home. As a person who finds “home” an arbitrary thing (I can’t say it too loudly or it might leave me again), this is evidence of purpose for me. Something is changing. My base isn’t sand, it’s…
magma.
And the seismometer is showing me readings, even if I never know from whom.
Thank you for showing me that I have impact. The house may catch fire one day, but in the meantime,
I’ll stay right here. Something is coming for me.
Your friend,
-Genna
I will the machine. 