“It is fragility, desire and quirky interpretations of whispers from the earthly wind symphonic orchestra,” she writes, “with time we will grow to see what words are birthed into paragraphs.” Seeded in black soil, nourished into an African baobab, etched onto virtual paper. This is simply a random collection.
It begins 10 minutes to midnight in a foreign land. Two 500mg paracetamol tablets. One autrin iron tablet. Hb10 Fe3.
“Only God can get one through the wildnerness of the heirachy of different infinities”