This is a love letter from life's other side, the side that unsettles every being. But once draped in truthfulness and innocence, it glows with unexpected charm.

If death is the only promise life has to offer, and if tears weave the strongest bond between us all, then perhaps these aren’t states to resist, but ones to cherish.

Wounded animals, somber childhoods, and spontaneous markings carry quiet traces of feeling. Words appear not to be read, but to be released. A resting place for tenderness and warmth, the works hold space for what remains after sorrow—something softer, something still.