Published by Open Love Letters


"Dear fermented grape juice,

Last night you joined five individuals who sat around our dinner table + clinked filled goblets as a toast to surviving the first week of this 'unprecedented' (and fucking weird) moment in time.
Cheers! Santé! Salud! Prost!
Since physical exchanges of kinetic warmth are being withheld from us, we must find other ways to solicit intimacy. Wine, you are enlisted to ease the process.
Through celebrations + milestones, there you are with a pop of a cork, spilling your guts into a clutched glass, accessorising an exchange of unified chorus. I'm thankful that this ritual is still safe to practice, even if it must be performed via webcam for now.

Love, a romantic + enabled wino x"