TOO as well … also is a site that chronicles border experiences and encounters, call them sublime moments, or the time of disappearing things, or doublings in time-space.
How perfectly the glitter is captured by the surface resistance of water droplets: what began as a child's game – Amalia threw a party for fairies – has been further transformed into a quiet magic by the overnight dew. And some of us, those who can, witness the joy along with the nastiness and attempt to relay its affect in language. In 2014 'Ship Your Enemies Glitter' was the name of a 'pranking' business idea by first world adult children. The site sold after a few days for a proverbial bomb.* If in the monetisation of everything by the capitalisation of opportunity, there were such thing as a hierarchy of the ephemeral, a dew drop as a container will always trounce a moisture-free paper envelope.
Here some light to puncture the gloom, an accident to brighten the day. W. G. Sebald's writing is beautifully gloomy, a master of darkness and melancholy relieved by the watery light of a dreary northern climate. His writing chronicles the life of a lonely soul, intimately (dis)connected to human kind and aware of the alienation that binds 'us' with distance. Place was crucial in his life, he watched and observed whilst being simultaneously outside|inside -- a paradox to be sure.