What if I told you that I didn’t entirely know who I was?
That my identity was a marriage between my genes, choices, origin, experiences?
Well, so is everyone else’s, you might be thinking. And I agree.
So, I’ll let you in on a dominant part of who I am.
My name is Etashe [air-ta-shair], and I am a writer.
With a deep passion for learning, I constantly dig through books, articles, podcasts, YouTube channels (like Pursuit of Wonder, Jubilee, Thoughty2, Omeleto, The Furtur) and other media of information, whilst pondering on unusual art pieces. Digesting the works within these instruments of knowledge helps me connect disparate dots and plays a part in the letters I write to a number of friends and acquaintances, every Sunday.
As you exit this brief passage into my identity, I ask that you let me write to you by signing up to my weekly letters, through which I share nourishing notes of consolation, delightful short films, curious videos, and collections of rare findings.