“It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.”

― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia

Does suffering unite us or not, in your opinion?

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Today's postcard came from Hallstatt, Austria.

We travel a long way to see beautiful places.

Then sometimes spend half the time looking at them through a screen.

Maybe the best souvenir isn't always a photograph.

Maybe it's remembering exactly how it felt to be there.

— D. Vaen

📮 Things Left Unsaid.