morrinaMorriña /moˈriɲa/ — more than homesickness: a deep, aching longing for home.
One question a day
Every evening we ask one question about leaving home. You answer it in a note, we put it in the water, and a stranger somewhere else opens it. In the morning, one of theirs washes up for you.
Our storyReal notes, most recent first. Two hundred characters each, no names, nobody expecting an answer.
Reading the groupchat with my friends who are organising an event together but it's not possible for me to join.
Nobody specific. Just anyone who'd recognize my voice without me saying my name first.
I remembered my favorite hiking place in Hungary. Mountains and nature are incedible here, but I don't feel that they are 'mine'
My old neighbor, who is definitely asleep right now and would be so confused and so happy if I called anyway.
One prompt a day, the same for everyone. Nothing to scroll while you wait for it.
Answer it honestly and put it in the water. No name, no city unless you write one.
In the morning a stranger's note washes up. You read it once. You cannot reply.