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.