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.
Faces · Whenever I am brave enough
When they forget the camera
Sit with itThe pictures I love most are the ones where nobody is performing.
Arms around each other. Looking at the same far away thing.
If you find yourself in this one, you can keep it. It is yours too.
A note I wrote · 1 of 2
Faces · A held breath
When they look back
Sit with itJust looking. That is enough.
A pause · 2 of 2
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.