The view inside the cabin, before chinking. The camera could not capture how it felt to be here. Words? I’m still working on the words. We spent time with other writers — trading tips, offering edits, exchanging experiences. One thing we all agreed on was that as writers, we observe. And when we observe, we take one step away from whatever is going on. Over time, a sense of distancing and a touch of isolation sets in. We are inside — looking out.
I didn’t take many photos of this place because I didn’t want to observe, didn’t want that thin membrane between me and everything else. I put the camera away, put the pen down, turned the writer down.