Written by Jacob Ibrag
Someday, I’ll finish writing this letter. I’ll put
it in an envelope, one with our names still on it. And
instead of sending it to our relatives, it’ll be addressed to
your attention. At first you’ll be confused, and then it’ll all
begin to fall into place. Someday you’ll know who I was or
who I am, depending on when I finish writing this letter.
Photography by Marta Bevacqua