The hours that change us

The world has shifted in just a few hours. The way it always shifts in just a few hours. It’s not years or decades – that’s simply how we accommodate the axis-shifts, how we adjust and recover from them, before some other hour sets us spinning. We think in years – how was this year, what’s yourContinue reading “The hours that change us”

Without my permission

Wednesday April 17th, 2013 Today is my last day. Of what? Of being alive? Of being in this world? Not exactly, because I’m here still, in a way. I can see everything and feel everything, although I’ve been trying to get that right, because it’s not exactly feeling, is it? It’s not the same asContinue reading “Without my permission”

A place like this

Chewed up. Spit out. That’s what they say about girls like me. In a place like this. As if the city has jaws. Great, chomping concrete jaws that bite down on new flesh, and then, disgusted at the freshness, spew it back out. As if the streets are littered with lacerated hearts, with open wounds and cardboard stories. They say I’m boundContinue reading “A place like this”

The needs of the dead

It’s Mimi’s job to prepare the dead for their wake. As she explains it to me over mouthfuls of cherry cheesecake, when a loved one identifies a victim, they are often exposed to a body that is broken, traumatised. So she tries to make that last viewing better for closing eyes, for what is seen in the dark.Continue reading “The needs of the dead”

The familiar ugly

Maybe that’s this strange shame I’m feeling. An embarrassed disappointment that the shine has come off my new city, that it took so long. And how the real glare, the thing standing out, is me. I had intended to go for a cocktail, I was ready to venture out to some busy, pretty rooftop onContinue reading “The familiar ugly”

Into the After

Sometimes, I time travel through their wounds. I take them back to before. Before the wheels over-corrected, or the under-tow pulled too hard. I take them back to the moment before they said yes to that guy or before they turned that corner – before life began to slide away from where they’d been. I’mContinue reading “Into the After”

The end is where we start from

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” – T.S. Eliot A big hello to my readers here at body, remember. I truly value every single like and comment you make; writing a novel is a solitary endeavour,Continue reading “The end is where we start from”

Revelation

and I don’t regret the mistakes love I’ve made … Eidyia’s Note: A very Happy End of 2013 and beginning of a New Year to my fellow readers, writers, lovers (and leavers) at body, remember. Here’s what I have come to understand this year. It takes as long as it takes. But you get there. Eventually. Embrace those mis-takesContinue reading “Revelation”