can you carry your home with you?
sometimes everything feels heavy late in the day when weary and hungry cold stone underfoot seeps through soles & there are stairs gravity seems unfair without language a sea of conversations is rhythmic syllable soup with a sprinkling of recognisable words floating free of context i practice threading these sparse beads of understanding stitching a glimmerof the story here as i walk on i am not … Continue reading can you carry your home with you?