a tale of two cities
“has that place in the cloisters become an echo chamber for multiple timelines where I made the same choice?”
to be a tree
‘the trees outside the window weren’t just green and brown, they were purple round the edges, and orange, merging with the blue of the sky like a watercolour’
black fabric
‘am I here now because I’ve got anxiety or depression or I’m a bad adult that can’t cope with ‘real jobs’ or
am I here because, at the end of the day, I just simply like it?’
the lost flat
“….For some reason today I wasn’t to be the lucky one. (The reality was that many, if not most, times in my life I had been the lucky one)….”
