Future me, please tell me you didn't give up. Please tell me you didn't take that corporate job just for safety. Your art matters. The way you see the world—all colors and chaotic lines—is a gift.
Keep painting. Even if no one buys it. Create because you have to.
✉️ This letter travelled 424 days through time (1 year and 59 days)
More Public Letters
It's 6 AM. My ears are ringing from the techno at Bassiani, and the sun is just hitting the streets of Tbilisi. I hope you never lose this feeling—the feeling of being completely lost in the music,...
Dear FutureMe, hey there champ how you doing? We still gooning to the max? I need to know if we accomplished our dreams of marrying tung tung tung sahur!! Gosh I can’t wait to be super sigma discord m...
We buried his collar in the garden today. The house feels so empty without the tippy-tap of his paws. I hope you have a new dog by now. Not to replace him—never to replace him—but because you have to...