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A woman looks out at the viewer as she walks through a room full of many hanging translucent sheets of old letters written on onion-skin paper, indistinct cursive writing, each sheet varies in age and cursive style, her details are obscured by layers of many years of correspondence
"I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain." ― Vita Sackville-West, The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf
