on making, only to exist

Letter n°38, November 26th 2025 - "I’ve been slipping behind each project like a curtain. Finishing one only to run toward the next, as if the proof of my life lived somewhere just ahead of me, always a little out of reach. As if the work could stand in for the body that made it. I needed the sacred silence to hold it all together. Nobody moving, because that house could crumble." *sorry I don't…