It is past ten at night, somewhere in India.
The lamp is on. The owner has stepped out.
The sky is yours while you wait.
AN ATLAS OF A SMALL UNIVERSE
This is a notebook that lets people in. Welcome to my portfolio. I'm Purva
Unless you are in a hurry, in which case there is a north after all.
001 · THE PILLOW BOOK
first to rise, truest of the eleven
003 · QUESTIONS
returns every season and never sets
005 · OTHER LIGHT
all borrowed light, and still the brightest
007 · SO FAR
a straight cold river of dates
002 · THINGS I MADE
forged low, still cooling
006 · COLLECTIONS
gathered, not commanded
✳
first plotted two degrees north — moved once, before this was final
009 · THE PERSON
a binary star: self and doubt in orbit
004 · SCRAPS
a scatter of sparks off the anvil
008 · ERRATA & THE DRAWER
low on the horizon, where the kept mistakes live
010 · TAKE SOMETHING
sets last; leave before it does and you leave poorer
011 · WRITE TO ME
nearest the observer, within a hand's reach
finding aid: typed list of everything here
CATALOGUE · ELEVEN ROOMS AND A DESK · NO RECOMMENDED ORDER
000 the desk itself where all of this was drawn, lamplit and mid-use 001 the pillow book lists kept honestly, the nearest thing to meeting me 002 things I made while learning to make things projects described like specimens, the unfinished ones included 003 questions I keep returning to recurrence, not expertise 004 scraps & margins the paper trail: sketches, screenshots, notes to self 005 other people's light what I read, borrow from, and owe 006 collections things I gather without a reason good enough to say aloud 007 so far a short spine of years, no triumphs, just what happened 008 errata & the drawer superseded work and public corrections 009 the person doing this about, contradictions kept, and the colophon 010 take something a real gift for you, whoever you are, no email asked 011 write to me a person answers, not a form