Correspondance hivernale

V.
21 janv. 2026 23:58

Scrivo a te perché è l’unica maniera in cui posso scrivere.

How are you? Really, without Chére Virginia, je t’embrasse. Are you with somebody? You don’t love me anymore? Are you a coward, a less serious person than I thought, a Great Gatsby character, or are you happy? unhappy?
Do you still drink one bottle per day, are you still friends with Nicolas, do you still want to travel?

I still love you. I still want to travel. Have you already traveled? Or are you digging into work, university, are you making art?
I still love you, without still.

(and yes, I am taking care of myself)

Don’t answer to the questions, just tell me how you are

L.
22 janv. 2026 18:52

I am me. Still me.
Life has changed. Or my way to envision it at least has, my way to project myself onto it.
I am still me however.

Some things fell away. Others stayed. Not everything follows, nor does it have to.
I am not lost. I am not brave either. I am somewhere in between, and that feels true to me. I don’t feel the need to define myself or it. It, I, exists without need for naming.

I take care of myself, in my own way.
I work, I learn, I create when I can. Most days are too full. I try to stay honest with myself.

There is still movement in me. Curiosity. The desire to go, to see, to be elsewhere sometimes. The desire to observe, shift, not escape. I. Don’t know wether I am capable of not escaping yet however. There is also a calm. I feel at peace, I feel fully.

For now I am staying where I am, how I am. I feel me.

And you, where are you ? How are you ? What are you doing ?

L.
26 janv. 2026 11:28

I would like to talk with you, hear from you.
Would you want to try to meet ?
I am available Tuesday and Thursday.

V.
lun. 26 janv. 17:23

Yes. Of course. Would it, though, be possible Tuesday or Thursday of next week? Or other days.
I need to do some stuff – workalike.
Let me know