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.
Wings · On the way somewhere
Looking up
Sit with itIf I get the window I forget to talk.
The wing is a line drawn on purpose. The sky is everything else.
I want a picture that makes you look up too.
A note I wrote · 1 of 2
Wings · Between here and there
Above the clouds
Sit with itThe window seat feeling. I forget to blink.
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.