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Slow-Posted Connection

Slow-Posted Connection

Ani Syu



Some people know about her addiction to relocation. Each time she moves to a new city, she sends postcards to friends—sometimes sharing glimpses of paintings encountered in museums, or a tiny flower spotted in the corner of a café. Other times, she simply notes quiet details of her daily life, such as how morning sunlight gently falls across a table, or the warm smile from the bakery owner down the street. The words she writes are few, yet they carry her truest feelings in that moment—a calmness unhurried by the pressure of immediate responses.

“People generally think of travel in terms of displacement in space, but a long journey exists simultaneously in space, in time, and in the social hierarchy. Our impressions must be related to each of these three before we can define them properly; and as space alone has three dimensions all to itself we should need at least five to establish an adequate notion of travel. This I sensed as soon as I went ashore in Brazi,” Claude Lévi-Strauss writes in Tristes Tropiques

Perhaps, then, what she experiences isn’t simply relocation or moving homes. Instead, it’s a journey of awareness, exploration, insight, self-healing, and a subtle escape from social hierarchies (although, truthfully, she often finds herself shifting from one hierarchy to another—ha).

“Why do you always keep moving?” “How lucky you are to just pack up and go whenever you like!”

Comments like these—difficult to recognise as admiration or mild mockery—make it even harder for her to define herself clearly. Immediate interactions, with their rapid exchanges, resemble a frantic table-tennis match, and she is always a poor player, perpetually half a beat late, unable to return the swift incoming messages. Unsure how to explain herself, she usually responds with an awkward smile.☺︎

Maybe that’s why she prefers postcards. She enjoys the deliberate slowness—from thoughtfully selecting a card, carefully crafting each word, gently placing it into the mailbox, to its slow journey across cities and oceans before arriving in someone’s hands. This delayed rhythm perfectly matches how she wishes to communicate with the world.