The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Thursday, 21 September 2017
I returned to places that used to be mine, the long absence had done nothing to shake their memories from out of my spine, but the feelings were wrong, no longer sublime, I was feeling lost and uneasy as if I were walking somewhere unkind. I tried to shake it, shake her, take it all back. But the pull was now gone, the thread had snapped.