We wake, pour coffee. It is raining & the deck is slippery with fallen leaves and fast advancing moss so we look out at the woods from indoors, a steady trickle today’s soundtrack. The fields are russet carpeted now, the trees half naked. The glorious cloth of autumn falls, an army of leaves having done their work now sacrificed to the cause of the trees' survival. The bones of things begin to show themselves.
A beautifully written piece, and thought provoking. "A suppression seemingly desirable, how stiff the smothering pillow of the lauded upper lip." Desireable and archaic, and telling of the politics of those who perpetuate colonialism still to this day!
‘ how white the septic heart. Too many inhabit a hallucinatory delirium of noble goodness.’
This. A thousand times this.
So glad it resonated with you, dear.
A beautifully written piece, and thought provoking. "A suppression seemingly desirable, how stiff the smothering pillow of the lauded upper lip." Desireable and archaic, and telling of the politics of those who perpetuate colonialism still to this day!
Thank you, Hema. So telling of the politics that still prevails...