LOVE LETTERS SENT TO STRANGERS
I remember the day we decided to buy a ship.
The day we decided to sail the sea.
The moment we undressed.
The moment we unveiled our melodies.
“'and now pay attention to what I am about to tell you […] First you will come to
the Sirens who enchant all who come near them […] pass these Sirens by, and
stop your men's ears with wax that none of them may hear; but if you like
you can listen yourself”*
I can hear now.
The melodies, our heartbeats.
Tuned and out of tune, like the waves that hold our ship.
“hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.”**
*Homer, Odyssey, Book 12. Circes.
Im sitting in my studio, the roadwork and busses are passing by outside creating an rhythm of the city. I try to imagine who you are. I rest my chin on my hand and try to picture you, but I get distracted by the lingering smell of clementines on my fingers and the printer which is now flashing red, indicating that it is low on ink once more.
Maybe you are an oversharer, impatient, generous?
I hope you are funny, That's the only thing that really matters. You are possibly a little bit rude at times, but that’s okay, it’s better to be honest than to hide away behind excuses and fears. Perhaps you like architecture like me, and maybe you even understand it, this way you can explain it to me and I can learn from you.
Today it seems like summer has come and gone. The draft in the kitchen makes the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up and chills travel through my body. Yesterday was the warmest day in Glasgow, this is where i am based, which meant everyone acted differently and almost wild. Like there was no tomorrow.
There are not always a lot of sunny days here, so when they do arrive, people have a tendency to live in the moment, take off their shirts, open beers in the park and get red shoulders. I somehow missed the memo about yesterday, and instead of barbecuing in the park with friends I decided to do the 3rd run of the year, possibly inspired by seeing an old friend in the newspaper being the fastest Danish runner to cross the finish line during the Copenhagen marathon in the weekend. Ps. Im originally from Denmark.
I have a tendency of sometimes missing the events, happenings, parties etc, mostly because I like to not do what everyone else is doing. And although slightly embarrassing to be passing through barbeques and people relaxing, I did have a grand time listening to a mixture of 90´s hip hop, Spice Girls, Tyler the creator and some other heavy metal band that Spotify choose for me. Since my runs are not that frequent I am not completely updated on my music:)
I am generally extremely patient with the world around me, except when it has to do with things like work, and creativity. I love stories, and facts, even if they turn out to be fiction. I cherish beautiful things with meaning symbols or purpose.
Recently I have been thinking a lot about gardens and the relationship between gender and the spaces around us. I think about a story a pub owner told me last week when explaining the history of the building. He told me it was not until the 1980s that women came to the pub, because they did not have a female toilet. Can you imagine?
So they built the lounge area which is pretty and warm, with couches and velvet, tartan pattern and a jukebox.
When I went to the park yesterday during the heatwave I myself was suddenly limited by my urge to use the toilet. I wanted to stay out longer, but since there were no toilets around I had to turn around and make my way back home. Although kind of silly this felt extremely limiting and I felt almost discriminated. Do you think spaces are gendered? I wonder if you prefer being inside.
I used to study history, but it was too academic for me. So I started taking pictures and making videos instead. I wonder what your interests are? Are you thinking about spaces and how we move in them, where they take us and all the limitations that exists in the possibilities?
Im writing this letter because I love writing, but mostly when there is a chance of a response connected. I once did a publication gathering diary entries that I had 12 people send me. The people where all friends, some close and some not so close. We all wrote the entries on the same day. September second 2016. I still love that publication. The freedom in writing about everything and nothing, and having a response without judgement or too much attachment was a treat. I often think about writing my partner a letter. But the one time I tried it was very much
misunderstood. I don't think letters are for everyone.
I am writing this letter from a very selfish place, because I want a letter in return, or perhaps just because I like to think that someone will read it.
I don't know who you are yet, but I can somehow imagine your gestures and way of moving through rooms. Like a warm summer wind, heavy but also comforting.
I hope you get my letter.
All my love