Karlova Thresholds Ahead of the gathering snowstorm, we make haste to the hotel. The lobby bristles with the nervous energy of arrivals and goodbyes: suitcases skidding, someone ordering tea, the bellhop stacking umbrellas by the door. Tarmo stops inside, posture precise, as if bracing for inclement weather he’s been tracking for days. I catch his…
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The Chronicles of a Memory Cartographer: Estonia 12
The Almost: Holding the Sky Back in town, we pass the kissing couple sculpture. Bronze mouths forever almost joined, myth made monument to the exquisite cruelty of “not yet.” We pause in their shadow, breath intermingling in the cold air. Tourists pose and giggle; schoolchildren shout around us, but we exist in a different frequency….
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