One musing.
A short essay, 600–1,200 words. About the dad in the noodle commercial, or the auto-rickshaw, or the friend I owe a haircut. Written between 11 p.m. and midnight, edited Sunday morning over coffee.
One short essay, in your inbox, most Sundays. Sometimes a short fiction on the side. no threads, no tips, mostly. Designed to be read with the second cup of coffee, before the day asks for anything.
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A short essay, 600–1,200 words. About the dad in the noodle commercial, or the auto-rickshaw, or the friend I owe a haircut. Written between 11 p.m. and midnight, edited Sunday morning over coffee.
About once a month, a short fiction joins the essay — a few hundred words about someone doing something slightly strange. Often unresolved. Always unexplained.
A single line at the bottom of the email — what I'm reading, what I'm writing, what I'm avoiding. Three sentences total. The currently strip, but earlier.
no letters sent yet. the first one goes out on a sunday. yours, if you'd like it.
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