micro narratives

nothing was lost

nothing was lost

The sun sets on day 28 of isolation. My small apartment is full of hastily-acquired plants, and I’ve spent an anxious, indulgent afternoon lying in the sun on the footy oval, bare feet in the soft, lush grass. My toes digging down to the damp earth, hungry for connection. Hoping the cops will leave me in peace. Does belly breathing in the fresh air count as exercise? On my back

arriving and departing

arriving and departing

 Fitzroy (Melbourne), Australia. July 16, 2016, 6:04–6:09 pm.

sky palace

sky palace

Find yourself a palace. Nothing but the view need be palatial — in fact, the rest can be quite modest. Move in. Live here, sleep here, work here. Dwell. Occasionally look out the window. You will find this happens naturally; when you’re stuck, when you’re sad, when you’re tired of thinking certain things. No more is required. Eventually you will begin to see.