mystical and nocturnal.

i recently came across these words from rilke. they perfectly depict why i am so happy to think about 7 days from now, when i will be in a place that i literally cannot even imagine right now. (i fly out april 13th!) it is so lovely to think about whose "world of sound" i will be incorporated into. and who will become part of mine.


"How delicious it is to wake up in a place where no one, no one in the world, guesses where you are. Sometimes I have stopped spontaneously in towns along my way only to taste the delight that no living being can imagine me there. How much that added to the lightness of my soul!

I remember certain days in Cordova where I lived as if transparent, because I was completely unknown. The sweetness of staying in a little Spanish town, if only to relate to certain dogs and a blind beggar—more dangerous, that blind man, because he can read you. But three days later, if he hears you come back toward his church at the same hour, he counts you now as someone who henceforth exists, and he incorporates you into his world of sound.

And there you are, destined to new birth, mystical and nocturnal."

Letter to a friend
February 3, 1923