From Alethea
The path
Not a list of days. A walk through the four places I keep looking. Woods. Wings. Cities. Faces. Tap a light on the map, or just keep walking down the page.
Cities · Late afternoon
Someone just left
Sit with itI like streets that still hold the shape of a person.
Flowers in the windows. A bike. The feeling that a story already happened.
I don't always need the person in the frame. I need the warmth they left.
A note I wrote · 1 of 3
Cities · When the city turns gold
The last of the day
Sit with itGlass catching the last of the day.
A pause · 2 of 3
Cities · Walking home
A street that already knows you
Sit with itWarm from someone passing through.
A pause · 3 of 3
On the ground
Where I actually stood
The four worlds above are feeling. This map is the earth. If I open a place, the pin is the real spot the camera wrote. Tap it, then Take me there, and your phone can walk you to within a metre.
When I open a place, it lands here. The pictures up now are still choosing.
Nothing is sent until I open a place. Home stays home. A waterfall in Wales only lands here if I say so.
Come wander with me.
The path is not finished. I will keep putting lights on the map as I walk.