A person close to me was on the brink of death. But they did not die, turning away from the threshold. The door was already opening, you could hear the sound standing still. And yet a lot indicates that it’s not just yet. Nevertheless, that near-death marked the first meeting between Şeküre and Kara. It added colour to it. Sorrow is an element of love (perhaps it is even split half-and-half between passion and sorrow) – an anticipation of the inevitable end. The beginning of love is the beginning of the end. With a clear premonition of terrible pain.

I stand corrected: a week ago I did not finish miniature seven, but six. I nearly finished / should have finished number seven just now. And was actually finished, butt I suddenly got the idea of expanding it to include the re-appearance of the Illustrators came to me (I was plagued by the need for this return, I didn’t know how or when, I thought it would only be at the very end, but no), so there’s still a while to go. And then – the finale...

I can already see land on the map.

(transl. Magdalena Małek-Andrzejowska)