Poetic and critical reflections on life, trauma, recovery, soul, and healing; with art and performance as pathways back into embodied existence.
If this were a book, now would be the part where it skips forward in time. It would jump to giving final…
A few short days after I was drugged and raped in Florence, a photo was taken of me, standing in the sunshine…
We bridge into our third week of lockdown.
I wake at 6am, as I have every morning in lockdown. Inexplicably.
Later I will hear my housemate’s alarm. It will repeat for easily an hour.
An internal struggle during lockdown.