Doctor Anon. It’s Saturday morning and I stand exhausted in line for my weekly shop, having left home without breakfast to get ahead of the despondency that might otherwise keep me indoors all day, despite the incongruent sunshine. I know at heart I am mostly there in hopes of some semblance of normal human contact. The phone … Read more
No one will want to read this, as this is about death. As we sit, quarantined in our homes, scrolling through the news of the pandemic, death seems to stand, ever present, in the corner of the sitting room. Our everyday behaviour is now invested with the knowledge of his presence. The actions we take, … Read more
Tonight I walked to the sea in the dark. The city streets were empty except for a tomcat clawing at a wooden lamp post. It turned and padded off as it heard my steps, its shoulders rolling, leonine. When I came to the shore the air was still, the city’s lights amber diffusions in the … Read more