Letters to the Drift

There’s no map, only the weave — but you’re warmly welcome to add your own thread

This isn’t a space for quick takes or debate. It’s a slow correspondence — a tide line between my world and yours.

If something stirs in you while reading — a question, a grief, a memory, a fragment of beauty or bewilderment — you’re invited to write back. These ‘Letters to the Drift’ will be held with care.

Some will rest quietly between us. Others may, …