A book to my 22-year-old self.”
I have become 29. I still appreciate your traceless courage, to have run into an out-of-language mountain town and grown a part of yourself into the hills with scattered roots, so you could have a place to return to when you’re out in the foreign landscape. The 4-day journey was like a pursuit and practice, all of the restlessness and perplexity has now become a form of longing and homesickness.
I was reading a line a couple of days back, “I see the enchantment of the green hills and the hills see the same in me”.
Regards sent to my 22-year-old self."