Dear Yuri, I see you. You’re still up there. Out there. Every event that ever was, and ever could be, is there, or here, somewhere in space and...
Dear Yuri Its day number 20,000 (not real but feels like it) of the quarantine and I think we are on the acceptance stage, you know the stages of...
Dear Yuri I hear the world stop For the first time. I hear Silence I hear Fear and then I hear my neighbour say hello For the...
Dear Yuri, Today is the 39th day of quarantine in Palestine. My bed kicked me out early today, you see, sleep is no longer something we miss. But...
Dear Yuri, It is 6 April 2020 and I am writing this letter to you on an old studio terrace, overlooking Islington’s final Victorian square. It’s been...
In Tokyo, it didn’t happen overnight. Since February, we’ve withdrawn from each other gradually, inching towards this quiet dusk. First, I noticed...