Scribbled with a feather quill at Dejima / do you know the place of which I speak? (Yes, that’s the shadow of the pocket robot taking a snapshot, I’m not a professional)
“Somehow, the seemingly indifferent musings of mundanities of One’s Own Life are where the best, most honest writing comes from… Just need to “not throw it away” and let it ferment for a period of time, sometimes… Indeed most times”
[Follow on anecdote] Lousy photo of letter is from settlement museum on Dejima / a small human-made island in Nagasaki which was exclusive foreign trading post for 100s of years / first by Portuguese, then by Dutch.
I wrote with a quill and ink as a fictional “letter home”.
