Rapture and the rupture

It?s 13 degrees outside, 4th of March. It?s late, a weeknight. I?m driving mostly empty roads alone. The car is filled with murmuring grey music and the traffic light pauses seem longer than usual. Night spills in the open windows?a cold wind on wet, sore lips. Someone is firetwirling in Royal Park. The sharp kerosene… Continue reading Rapture and the rupture

Be unmade

Every time I fly, I lose my grip on the world a little more. On Monday afternoon, I boarded a flight to Darwin. We took off facing the city before making a sweeping right-hand turn and pointing the nose towards Central Australia. I leaned my head against the window as we turned and searched for… Continue reading Be unmade