Three months without witnesses, photo collages, pithy summaries.
Because how does one summarise a series of days that happen on repeat?
How many times does one take a picture of the-rain-in-the-front-garden, the-rain-in-the back-garden, the cat? Share a travel memory? Screenshot a poem?
How many times can one edit one’s grandmother’s memorial service pamphlet.
Tea, cough mixture, soup-and-a-roll.
E-mails, zoom sessions, sleepless nights.
Spaces where people used to be.
Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
I am Jack’s Medulla Oblongata.
Daily Braveries 