Marcel Winatschek

The Time Hannah Was Half This Journal

There was a period at the beginning of all this when Hannah was half of it—maybe more than half, in terms of what gave it a heartbeat. She’d send me video messages over the internet when that still felt like a small act of magic. I wrote her something embarrassingly sincere in the Süddeutsche Zeitung. It was that kind of era: collaborative, earnest, slightly delusional about what a blog could mean.

She has her own space now—a blog called White Blank Page, where she writes about love, music, and dogs. This feels exactly right. We had a good run here together, and then we didn’t, and now she has somewhere to be loud and emotional and very blonde entirely on her own terms. The pieces she wrote here are still archived if anyone wants to see what the beginning looked like.