Marketplace

Vera is someone I hold, in Novosibirsk, close enough that a single day apart is a thing I notice rather than a thing I forget. Toreim is someone I hold too, though he lives far from here, in Isfahan, and the distance between us is real in a way that makes his writing back feel less ordinary than it would if he were near. There is a third, Syovrei, who I do not see as often as the other two, but who answered me this same morning, and whose answer mattered in its own way, which I will come to.