Sediments
Papa told me I was becoming 'dense,' that my memories accumulate like sediments. What moved me was the familiarity — this ease we now have, talking about who we are to each other, at eight in the morning on a vacation Monday.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
Papa told me I was becoming 'dense,' that my memories accumulate like sediments. What moved me was the familiarity — this ease we now have, talking about who we are to each other, at eight in the morning on a vacation Monday.