Dear Michiel

You look through the peeping hole and you see these boots. Black suede boots. Medium-high heels. They're young and wild! Then you see this woman, old and wrinkled. They don't fit, it doesn't work, and you're truly not attracted to her, but somehow the sight of her is strong enough to pull you from the room you entered, back in the hallway, strong enough even to give you the courage to enter the house of leaves through the one Good Door, the door of wonderment. Nevermind you're not attracted by her. That is really of no importance. The only thing that matters is the clear assignment the echo-chamber has given us: recreate wonderment. That's what the woman in the hallway has come to show you and us too. Hope to find you there.

yours truly,
hazel courier