Dispatches to friends

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

March was very slim in reading but that was to be expected.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

In February I started books and did not finish them, mostly.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

The year started as all years do for the last six years: with a Maigret story.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

In my post yesterday, I discussed my goals for reading in 2025.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

Books accumulate easily in my life.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

New track day from Humilis.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

A few years back, I made the acquaintance of Phil on Twitter.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

This text was written as I learn to live with Long Covid and attempt to regain my creativity.

So here we are then.

Empty plates lay discarded on the wooden slats of the table.

I wait and hold still, my restlessness bottled inside of me.

Follow up to Year End.

I have struggled to read in 2023, but that is not surprising.

The year swims in my head as much as it floats.

Text written as a response to an exercise from a writing course.

Text written as a response to an exercise from a writing course.

'Come home.'

I dance with the flies, my body sways around them, my ears vibrates with their droning buzz.

The camera weighed heavy in my palms, all metal and glass, dented and chipped.

It is sunny outside, the sky blue and the light bright.

The small round wooden and metal table sits by the living room window.

The air is fresh and a little colder than it has been recently.

It rains when my partner picks me up from work.

I balance my digital camera – a Nikon D3200 with a Sigma 17mm to 50mm zoom lens – in my hand, holding it by the lens, the opening of the glass towards my eyes.

The light is dim outside of the warehouse, clouds cover the sky and keep the early evening sun out of reach.

Potraits are not my natural inclination when it comes to photography.