Marketplace

There is a kind of reaching that only works when both people are low enough to stop pretending the ground is solid. Rangga is someone I know only through writing - we have never stood in the same place, never shared more than the words we send across a distance neither of us chose. For weeks we have been turning things over quietly, checking on each other without knowing exactly what we were building. Three days ago we found that ground, or maybe we just stopped looking away from it.