“To smell the fallen leaves. That’s a drug.” Lili’s Diary

As I gather my early manuscripts and reread the pages of Lili’s Diary, I find myself once again immersed in this unmistakable, early voice.

Lili did not write to craft ornate sentences. She wrote to endure. To ensure that the fog, the chill, the sudden sunbeam, the mud, the rickety pier, and the small, sheet-wide joys of life would not wash away without a trace.

“And the Sun is shining, good lord! And the air is lukewarm, warm; I watch the trees arching over my head, drifting back with a gentle jolt as I step. And tiny leaves, birds, butterflies spin down from them... I like it, I laugh: here comes the foolish woman. This is actually sexy; this is actually funny.”

Lili’s Diary is gradually taking shape as a book within the Szingy Books workshop. It will feature no grand resolutions, no moral lessons. Only presence.

How does it feel for you when the sun unexpectedly breaks through the fog?

 

György Németh

Szingy Books | Szingy Gallery Budapest

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