As long as change is constant, there is no immutability in solitude. I have never before seen the shadow cast by the Monstera leaves on the floor at midday-I was never home when it happened. At night, I'd look down at the tiles as I took my shoes off and would only see a surface … Continue reading Quarantine Discoveries
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The Fires
II We take the sight of the sky as a given, a right enshrined in our very constitution. I, for one, felt frustrated, more than I felt alarmed at first, every day that it was kept from me. In my mind, thousands of years of instinct declared the clouds should part soon or else…Or else … Continue reading The Fires
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