<![CDATA[TODAY'S: TENDER LETTERS]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/s/tender-lettershttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!jNgH!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Ffae8e1a4-2632-44cb-922b-2294f896e262_1280x1280.pngTODAY'S: TENDER LETTERShttps://www.annaatsu.com/s/tender-lettersSubstackThu, 08 Oct 2026 00:24:49 GMT<![CDATA[Rarely Does a Rare Raven Reveal Itself]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/rarely-does-a-rare-raven-reveal-itselfhttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/rarely-does-a-rare-raven-reveal-itselfSun, 22 Mar 2026 16:02:52 GMTI feel a great responsibility writing to you,

knowing that you can always return to my scribbles

and say something about them—about me.

But careful—

not like today,

So clever.

“Rarely do we feel happiness when it is ours. Only after it has passed do we look back and understand—sometimes with astonishment—how happy we really were.”

—Zorba the Greek by Nikos Kaz…

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]]><![CDATA[Do You Hear the Qkanie of Qqłek (the quack-quacks of tiny ducks)?]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/do-you-hear-the-qkanie-of-qqek-thehttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/do-you-hear-the-qkanie-of-qqek-theSun, 22 Feb 2026 18:17:17 GMT
Alright, Little Being, it’s true… phrases used too often become overused and lose the strong meaning they had when first spoken, don’t they?

Photo by Sufyan on Unsplash

You wrote important things in your letter — the one I’ve only just received. Do you know there are important matters in it? Hehe… well, this troublesome knowledge concerns various small pr…

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]]><![CDATA[Not “One Day” I Will Be at the Table]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/not-one-day-i-will-be-at-the-tablehttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/not-one-day-i-will-be-at-the-tableTue, 17 Feb 2026 17:31:04 GMT
All the stamps by Liechtenstein Royal Post since 1912 are there.

I don’t know how many years have passed. I don’t know how many times I’ve persuaded myself not to remember us. Yes, that wet-behind-the-ears version of us. You, in your black sweater and glasses alike, and me, drinking my first Viennese coffee on our trip together; how we visited a shop wit…

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]]><![CDATA[Four Points and Fourteen Me-s]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/four-points-and-fourteen-me-shttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/four-points-and-fourteen-me-sFri, 23 Jan 2026 18:01:52 GMT
Oklm_music, 2025

1)

You know I lose myself inside myself. Enough that I don’t know how to write a letter about myself.

After all, supposedly:

“There is nothing here.”

I write furiously. My hands tremble. I could burst into a grim laugh to express the helplessness of rage… — you can’t do that in a letter.

⸻

2)

There is not enough of you.

Your words are not enough.

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]]><![CDATA[If We’re Not Supposed to Dance, Why All This Music?]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/if-were-not-supposed-to-dance-whyhttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/if-were-not-supposed-to-dance-whyFri, 02 Jan 2026 18:02:08 GMT

I’m writing to you!

Thank you for being—although sometimes it happens that I think it might have been better if all this were a little different.

I had a dream. I set my alarm half an hour earlier, just to see what I might dream about at dawn, so that a moment later I could go back to sleep, still remembering it. So I dreamed that I came somewhere beneath…

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]]><![CDATA[Instructions for Falling onto the Lawn]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/instructions-for-falling-onto-thehttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/instructions-for-falling-onto-theFri, 19 Dec 2025 18:01:01 GMT

Dear Little Being,

I’m writing to you.
Today—there, in the world of your photographs—I finally realised that speaking is not enough for me. I want to write as well, though even that may not be enough. You spoke so sincerely, your head slightly bowed… a little shyly. For all those beautiful moments, I say thank you, though even saying that feels too little…

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]]><![CDATA[Look at The Star Above Your Head]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/look-at-the-star-above-your-headhttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/look-at-the-star-above-your-headSun, 30 Nov 2025 16:01:46 GMT“Look at the star you have above your head,” said the Mosquito, “and you will see the Scornful One upon it. She scorns everything to such a degree that she herself is made of whatever rubbish comes to hand: her body is made of plum pudding, her wings of holly leaves, and her head is a burning grape drenched in spirits.”

— Lewis Carroll

Crista Uwase, Dive…

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]]><![CDATA[Askew With Disproportionate Lore]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/that-expression-is-a-hairline-changehttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/that-expression-is-a-hairline-changeSun, 23 Nov 2025 18:01:22 GMTI’m writing to you.
Your letter—the one I only now managed to pick up…

The moment I touched that paper, I felt the Earth’s honest tilt of about 23.44° experience a microdegree’s adjustment — astronomically tiny, climatologically negligible — 0.000001°. I waited with the opening, as if with its coming, applience was demanded, and what would happen then? …

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]]><![CDATA[So Scentless. Everydayness]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/so-scentless-deep-down-your-everydaynesshttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/so-scentless-deep-down-your-everydaynessSun, 16 Nov 2025 18:01:36 GMT

I was on the other side of myself, as if my body had remained in one room, while I, the real I, had seeped through the gap under the door and ended up where time turns its back on everything alive. On the other side of time, on the other side of the border, in a region that appears on no map, because no one in their right mind charts their own abandonme…

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]]><![CDATA[“That Comes From Elsewhere and From Without"]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/that-comes-from-elsewhere-and-fromhttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/that-comes-from-elsewhere-and-fromSun, 09 Nov 2025 18:01:31 GMTThose words will be what I would call the beginning of terrible things. But it somehow reached an unintended, yet good goal. You know how it is with goals — they’re never really goals, although once achieved, they somehow seem to have been.

Over there, with you, it seemed to surprise you. But now, when you’re so close — it’s not that it’s hard to accept,…

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]]><![CDATA[“If you forget that I exist, remember that I was.”]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/if-you-forget-that-i-exist-rememberhttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/if-you-forget-that-i-exist-rememberSun, 02 Nov 2025 18:01:48 GMTLittle One,
It’s just struck midnight. Nice — letters are pleasant to write at midnight.

I feel sad that the most dreadful crises seem to pass me by — like the one from the night before last. You, too are spared small catastrophes — but that’s good. Lately, as you probably know, new things have been happening in the Garden. Good things.
I said on Friday th…

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]]><![CDATA[“Maybe None of the Good Things Will Be Lost.”]]>https://www.annaatsu.com/p/maybe-none-of-the-good-things-willhttps://www.annaatsu.com/p/maybe-none-of-the-good-things-willSun, 26 Oct 2025 18:09:46 GMT

I’m writing, and behind me, the world exists.

Life here is very hard, but that doesn’t matter, because there is the Garden — and there, one can always find refuge. And that is the best thing, and that’s how it should always be: that the garden is the most wonderful and unique thing, never boring, a source of strength and of all that is possibly good.

I’m …

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