To Be ‘Fine’The whole world is ‘fine’. We are a mass of faceless people, swimming through the streets, holes in our socks and coats, feeling ‘fine’…Apr 3, 2020Apr 3, 2020
My Brain is not Mine (Only my Shadow Belongs to Me)I step outside and my eyes squint in adjustment to the light. I can recognize my shadow, casted half a step behind me, on the same street…Mar 29, 2020Mar 29, 2020
The Nurture of NatureI feel a lump in my throat grow as I sit on a wooden bench, in the middle of a park, in the middle of a city. I will myself not to cry for…Mar 29, 2020Mar 29, 2020
