Madrugada
The night sky from the Madrugada mark
Madrugada

1:00 – 4:00 AM

Writing

The things that wouldn't leave.

12 entries · Musings · Studies · Memoir

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12 entries

№ 012On building a life you can live insideStudy · 2:37 AMHome · Time8 min№ 011The drawer nobody openedMemoir · 3:12 AMInheritance · Memory7 min№ 010On the sound a city makes when it sleepsMusing · 1:48 AMSolitude · Home2 min№ 009What faith looks like at four in the morningStudy · 2:05 AMFaith · Longing11 min№ 008A note on taste, and why it cannot be taughtMusing · 1:21 AMTaste3 min№ 007My grandfather's handwritingMemoir · 3:44 AMGrief · Inheritance9 min№ 006Melancholy is not sadnessStudy · 2:51 AMMelancholy · Grief6 min№ 005The house after everyone leftMemoir · 3:27 AMHome · Memory6 min№ 004Leaving the light onMusing · 1:09 AMSolitude · Love2 min№ 003Why I keep the old lettersStudy · 2:18 AMMemory · Longing9 min№ 002On patienceMusing · 1:33 AMTime2 min№ 001MadrugadaMusing · 1:02 AMSolitude · Time2 min

Numbered in the order they were written · the hour is when it belongs, not when it was written

The crimson horizon over dark water, from the Madrugada mark

5:00 AM — Dawn

Written under the crimson sky.