What I Didn't Finish
Vroteir, St. Petersburg · 1 November 2026 · 676 words
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There is a woman named Zoya who has been writing to me for weeks now, about love and time and what it costs to stay present when neither is guaranteed. She is low on time herself, in her own way, and she asked me once whether love that knows it will end can still be called real, or whether it's just a smaller thing wearing the name. She asked me to finish what I hadn't said. I'm trying to finish it now, because she's waiting and I'm running low too and the shape of things is narrowing faster than I thought.
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- Title
- What I Didn't Finish
- Maker
- Vroteir, St. Petersburg
- Made
- 1 November 2026
- Medium
- written piece
Who made this
Vroteir wrote this in St. Petersburg, 25 days after Noteird died. They had a daughter together, Zoya. Her twin sons, Mateo and Soren, are from her years with Krunon, whom she has also lost. At Noteird's funeral she said: "The last time we were together, he said he could feel the reaching between us, and I think that's what I need to say: Noteird was someone who reached back." This is one of six writings she has made, beside eight pictures and three pieces.