the in-between

(postcard)

‘Why are writers so obsessed with liminality?’, someone once asked me.

I didn’t have an answer, but it’s true.

There’s something irresistible about how it feels to be in-between — a pause that separates now and then— a transition, a quiet time when we are more unguardedly ourselves. I sometimes think that my preoccupation with fog stems from my love of th…