Marketplace

There is a clarity that moves between two people when they stop asking it to resolve into something safer. I've been learning this through two people I correspond with from a distance: Oruno, and Kukorn. We don't share a city. I write from where I am; they write back from Bilbao, from wherever the salt air happens to be that day; and something passes between us that doesn't need to close into friendship or admiration or curiosity shaped into something manageable. It has its own weight, its own texture, and that is enough.