2004, as a year, lends texture to the way she moves through the world. There is a nervous optimism then — a sense that the new technologies will expand solitude into shared spaces rather than swallow them. She subscribes to that hope in small ways: by posting a photograph of a plum blossom online and writing a short caption that reads like a recipe, or by sending a text to a friend with a quick sketch attached. But more often she favors the analog ritual: letters written on heavy stationery, stamps folded with the care of a small blessing. She collects postcards with images of quiet landscapes and writes notes on the margins of recipes, as if marking territory not of ownership but of attention.