Thank you so much for this piece! It was slightly to eerie to read, as someone about to move temporarily to Barcelona (the place of my mum's heritage) as a digital nomad with the same feeling of having many homes and yet none, having a huge network yet feeling curiously disconnected. You're a fantastic writer for capturing this.
I don’t know why (and I wish I didn’t feel this way) but when I read such elegant, poignant prose I feel sick. It’s as though faced with such artful beauty it forces me to deal with the fact that I’m not producing work like this. This is the second time I’ve experienced this recently and I’m only too aware that it’s something only I can deal with.
Please take my comment as a compliment on the piece and certainly not a criticism. I had to express it somewhere as it’s something I’ve not shared with anyone, not a single living soul. Here feels safe, contained from the rest of my life.
Home or Something Like It
Thank you so much for this piece! It was slightly to eerie to read, as someone about to move temporarily to Barcelona (the place of my mum's heritage) as a digital nomad with the same feeling of having many homes and yet none, having a huge network yet feeling curiously disconnected. You're a fantastic writer for capturing this.
How wonderful! Bittersweet and so honest. How delicious your ability to sweep us through time, taste and place so effortlessly. Beautifully served! UM
Such an evocative piece about places external and internal - Bravo.
So beautiful. This essay made me tear up, I could feel the words and their effect in my bones 🥹
A travelogue, food diary, and impressions from maybe the pages of a journal...every provocative paragraph transported me a continent away. Gorgeous.
I don’t know why (and I wish I didn’t feel this way) but when I read such elegant, poignant prose I feel sick. It’s as though faced with such artful beauty it forces me to deal with the fact that I’m not producing work like this. This is the second time I’ve experienced this recently and I’m only too aware that it’s something only I can deal with.
Please take my comment as a compliment on the piece and certainly not a criticism. I had to express it somewhere as it’s something I’ve not shared with anyone, not a single living soul. Here feels safe, contained from the rest of my life.