There were nights when Paul no longer fit inside his own body.. When the air felt too narrow, and the

Time does not pass the way clocks insist it does.. It passes through eyes that change.. And in Paul’s eyes,

Talitha… I don’t know if this is my last letter, or my first ending.. I no longer write for you

My Talitha, I feel you most in my silences.. When my hands touch the air without knowing why..When I walk

Letter from the Other Shore Paul, I do not know if it’s day or night where you are now..Here, we