everything else: april
dear internet,
i teach my flatmate how to say thayir saadham. i pick up a notebook in order to press some lilacs, and it falls open to the page with the pressed lilacs from last year. the last few weeks have been—inter alia—a lot of sitting on a damp bench, and not leaving my bed, and listening to faye wong, and bringing home a bookshelf from the side of my road, and voice-noting friends in other cities, and the magpies and the ladybird and the ice cream dripping down my palm. i haven’t seen enough springs to know what to do with this changeable month, packing and then unpacking my sweaters, watching bluebells wilt, watching my life go where it must.
love,
t
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