There are so many things I want to tell you.
All the epiphanies and breakthroughs and thoughts I’ve had over the last couple of months. Summer is coming to an end and I can feel September’s arrival like a breath of fresh air.
September is where we begin again.
As I mentioned in the last Muse Letter, things are currently in turmoil over here or rather they have been since the beginning of July and now I am in that phase where one has emptied all drawers, pulled everything from under the bed and dumped all clothes from the wardrobe and you suddenly find yourself reminiscing over diary entries and found cinema tickets from dates you don’t exactly remember or worse remember all too well, where a sea shell crown from a costume party invites you to have a little dress up session while the room is drowning in chaos.
Enter: awkward phase.
I don’t quite know yet how to start the new Substack, don’t quite know yet how to let go of The Muse Letter, a writing project, an archive of musings and es…