“”I leave the house by the nearest exist – the laptop sits and blinks to itself for a while before thoughtfully spinning down into quiescence. The house ticks quietly to itself while I am out – the last echoes of the door slamming translated echoingly into fridge hum and whisper of planes up above.
Outside the street offers a harsh counterpoint to my quiet morning. I generally rise early and spend the first few hours working hard at a task. I drink tea and I stare out of the window as I chew my pencil end – I look at the backs of my hands hovering over the keyboard. I clean the kitchen. I use the hoover on the wooden floors. I put on the washing machine and wait for the postman to arrive.”
Moments reaching back in time from moments reaching back in time. ”
From moments reaching back in time.