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yikes this is great

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Absolutely loved this! I’ll be honest, it hurt sometimes, but in a good way. A very good way.

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every word touched somewhere delicate, thank you for this essay <3

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As before I’m not sure I follow you entire drift but some bits stand out …loved your second paragraph on the shift in the light - this seemed to happen so suddenly in London this year

The idea of writing 'À la recherche du temps imaginaire' was something that began to float around my mind and then I realised I’d simply nicked this from your

“A story being rewritten without you being sure if it was finished yet. Somehow you’ve arrived here, but it’s the you of a future you didn’t get. “

And what I like about this is the way “without you being sure”, and “somehow” give a sense of uncertainty and searchingness.

"Life is short. Being young and this saturated with feeling is even shorter.

Leave the window open. I’m not going far. Into these arms unless I’m told to leave. No, come right back here."

I loved the intensity of the first two sentences and the compressed contradictions of the last three - which made me think of Angel Olsen’s

Shut up kiss me

Hold me tight

Shut up kiss me

Hold me tight

Stop your crying

It's alright

Shut up kiss me

Hold me tight

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