Good afternoon friends! After a familiar colourless mist-wreathed start the day faded into a cold, pearly softness of burnished silver, the sun breaking through as a wan and heatless ghost of itself.
The flat is a dense stir of incremental movement and chaos as my ex is in the penultimate stages of moving out–everything becoming at once more real and surreal as shoals of bags and boxes transform the shapes & borders & absences of familiar domestic space.
May we find and give kindness & fellowship today!
