TheHeavy Hearts Club
A growing wall of the tender, complicated things we carry and don’t always have a place for.
Journal Entry
June 11, 1993
A growing wall of the tender, complicated things we carry and don’t always have a place for.
Each heart holds one real person’s actual words. This is the first.
Every heart is a vessel — an object that holds something a real person actually wrote or said and still remembers. The words are true. I gather them one at a time and give each one a small place to live.
This is the beginning.
Right now there’s one heart — mine.
More are being gathered.
To know when new hearts go live,
send me a note.
To share a heart of your own,
tell me a little about it.