ESR 9 blog November 2021 On an icy Sunday afternoon, we twist our necks towards the pond. Covered in green,…
Sophie-Mak Schram
The winter sun glints through the glass of the café. I write to you at the tail end of this…
As I digest theory, I pause. I cycle home, downhill past the apple trees and onto a busy road. I…
On time, mud and loose associations Does correspondence begin to falter when it remains one-sided? I’ve written to you before…
4.7.21 Belgium The rain begins to drip through the crack. We’ve been sat listening to a curator discuss her public…
Of late, I’ve been reading more, speaking less. There’s a difference between writing and speaking that I’ve been conflating in…
“There was no small talk and no dead air.” This sentence lingered with me. It made its way into my…
Hi, it’s April and lately, I’ve been allowing myself to let my associations drift. I feel drawn to generosity and…
May I think of you as a translating, and thereby participating, body? The tail end of a thought I left…
Hi, how are you holding up? Around this time last year, I began working on an epistolary project, gentle stranger,…