The World

Erina Vale was born on an island in the East.

The house she grew up in shone for guests; she learned early to read a room before reading books.

At nineteen, while others waited for ships, she boarded one.

Many countries later, she keeps what the crossings gave her — letters, objects, rooms, and the quiet between them.

Some debts, the living owe the unseen. She has her own way of paying them.

The rest of what she knows, she reads — the way she has read rooms since she was a child.

She does not wait at windows.

This is her collection. You are welcome to enter.