Notes
2016—Images, words, and fragments kept in time.
Images, words, and fragments kept in time.
Between the loud and the quiet. A decade in between.
Still learning where I belong.
A light left on after everyone had gone.
The window held the landscape for only a few seconds.
Somehow that was enough.
A page I meant to return to.
I never did, but I kept the mark.
The street was almost empty. I remember walking slowly for no particular reason.
Morning arrived before the work was finished.
The horizon disappeared early.
For a while, the sea and the sky were the same colour.
I kept this without knowing why.
Years later, that seemed reason enough.