sophie's letters

repository of unsent letters and postcards

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  • the writing hour: the blog lives

    I’ve first realized the gravity of my writing block when my blog domain expired and it didn’t leave a single strike of feeling in me. I received the alarming notification few times imminent of the expiry: RENEW YOUR CARD DETAILS or your blog won’t be accessible, yadi yada. (It wasn’t per se, that my blog…

  • if you think you know so well about yourself, you’re probably wrong

    I have always been really plagued about this whole existential notion of who I am. It is probably one of the most frequently asked questions, yet somehow it seems like we can only answer partially to that. Of course, other than the most simplistic answers like your name, age, profession, or whatnot. No one knows…