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On days I’m low on energy or depressed, logging notes on my journal or typing on my phone then transferring them seems like an impossible task. I’ve resorted to recording voice memos to myself. There’s something cathartic about actually speaking my thoughts out loud and being able to hear them back when I replay the audio clip. I’ve also been spending a lot of time on our terrace, enjoying the cool breeze and staring at the stars. I used to only recognize Orion, but now I can spot the Big Dipper too. This is my rest time, but also time I allow myself to talk to people, think about anything I want, and record any ideas I think of.

Figure 1. The view during one of many nights I spent on the terrace, edited to highlight the Big Dipper
Figure 2. First drafts of the four spoken word poems in Letters to Home