The year you died, I won the lottery. # I won the lottery, and then you died. What were you doing in those months that I spluttered and failed in this city? How did you feel your way through those hours and days, and who was by your side? I won the lottery and IContinue reading “Chance that carries us”
It is not so remarkable. To be two in seven billion. To find each other in the throng. It is not so remarkable to navigate the wide oceans and narrow fences between us, to swim and scramble, and to arrive at each other at last. It’s not so remarkable to shake loose from our skins,Continue reading “Not a single thing”
Eidyia’s note: I haven’t done this in a while – a look back at what I was writing exactly a year ago. This one, I remember so clearly – and why. It was a little writer moment, but something else, too. A way of remembering his hand at my back … differently.