Entry 01Vilnius
The hour before the bells.
Cobblestones still cold from the night. A baker unlocking a door on Pilies gatvė.
Field Notes
The Journal.
Small observations from the places that became candles. Written slowly, published slowly.
Entry 02Nida
Wind, and then more wind.
The dunes shift by inches every hour. You can smell the sea before you see it.
Entry 03Kaunas
Coffee, and a quiet Sunday.
Laisvės Alėja empties out by four. The light turns amber against the linden trees.