Korppoo-Nauvo Ferry

Last day on the island of Korpo. Spent a remarkable evening with some of the people who live in the archipelago and our conversations left me thinking about how I would like to live. I admired the camaraderie that pulls the island’s residents together regardless of profession, age, or interest. They know the name of every cashier, teacher, bus driver, and chef in town. These spaces feel increasingly rare in today’s cities where we’re often siloed into career-oriented clusters by the demands of predatory capitalism.

It seems perverse that a deeper sense of community would come from living someplace remote rather than among the crowds of the city. “When you choose to live someplace isolated, you’re choosing solitude,” said an artist who moved to the island a few years ago. “When you feel lonely in the city, it’s not by choice.” For a moment I wanted to stay on that beautiful little island where simply being present mattered to others. New York does not care if you’re there.

After the party, I walked to the end of the stone pier by the ferry dock and wondered what choices I would make in this new decade. The Baltic Sea was quiet, the stars were like headlights, and I craved the sound of traffic and crowds.


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Each day in 2020 I'm writing a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I want to etch these uneasy times into my memory before I forget them. Before the world changes completely.

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