I am sure I love letter more than ever before. Perhaps I realised recently how intimate they are. They may be mere symbols for somebody. They may be just a collection of calligraphic constellations for an objective observer. They are way more valuable to my silence.

It is true that I loved letters all my life. Whenever I lost my thoughts, these letters, the tiny dots, the truncated symbols, they took me back to the temporal life. I am not sure when did I fall in love with alphabets of all kind. I can see a dense forest in their constellations. I love them more than the stars I lost. I love them more than the stakes I lost.