Sarah McCallum
>My mother had an entire room full of hidden things
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Sarah McCallum on the pleasures and fears of crowded rooms @ Turbine.
Sometimes at night I stand at my window and fly. Out over the hill that drops to the sea, with my fingers dragging through wave tips I drift over oceans, leaving a barely visible snail-trail of luminous protozoa across the skin of the sea.
No creature loves an empty space — except, perhaps, when they are crowded by the concreteness of existence.
A bed.
A chair.
A mirror.
A wardrobe.
A light fitting.
A curtain.
A table.
I could write endlessly about the rooms I have lived in, the beds I have slept in and the chairs I have sat in.
I could write hopelessly about the buses I have waited for and the waiting rooms I have waited in.
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )I could write tirelessly about the spaces I have seen, been and done.
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