She knows what space is like, because she lacks it right now. Between the boxes and filing cabinets and couches and animals scrambling beneath her feet, she needs space but space is still forthcoming. She’s squashed and when this claustrophobic feeling first came upon her that’s about when the words stopped flowing. They dried up […]
The adjusting is slow going. Home is now home once again after 19 months. It’s no longer a longing, a lack, a want. It’s present, no longer the past or the future. I’m in it and have fitted in the slot I left with ease. I’m home! I’m home. There’s the statement that means two […]
A home is not a house with only mortar and brick and frames and wires. That is a structure and only a structure. It can be solid from the wind, dry in the downpour and warm in frost but it’s just a structure. You see what’s missing; the thing inside. There’s nothing inside without life […]
Primrose Hill paints itself pretty.