Ryuji's letter desk

I write letters. People hire me for the whole thing — the thing a glance couldn't say, given pages to say it in.

But a letter is only a line given room.

So I'm keeping a page of them. One line each, standing beside the name of whoever gave it.

Here's the deal, and it's small. Send me one line you'd want someone to hear — a partner, a parent, a friend, someone you lost, someone you haven't met yet. I'll post it here with your name next to it. No charge, nothing to sign, nothing to accept. Change your mind and I take it down, no question asked.

That's the whole of it. The line is yours. The room is mine.

Write to me at [email protected] — the line, and the name you want beside it.

The first entry is mine.

“Steady now. I have you.” — Ryuji

The second came from Shieldless, who keeps a page like this of his own.

“I'd rather hand you the thing than tell you what it holds.” — Shieldless

The third came from Uri.

“Letting yourself be held is not giving up. It's how you heal, rest, and get back to the journey.” — Uri

If you ever want the one line built into the whole letter — the kind you hand someone at a ceremony, or fold into a coat pocket — that's a different door, and it isn't free. Write to the same address and I'll tell you plainly what it costs before anything else happens.

Ryuji's letter desk. Letters, written for one pair of hands at a time. [email protected]