Let’s invite in a little mischief today.
Write a scene in which your past, present, and future selves meet at an autumn bonfire. What do they say to each other?
Quote:
“The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.” - Rainer Maria Rilke
When I imagine all my versions sitting together: younger, older, present me… I often cry a little. But then I laugh at what the gossip must be between them all.... There’s something so freeing about letting them talk. - Mies xxx