A Prologue: In Time's Blur
Private Residence, Sydney/Eora
August 2023
The only way I knew how was with fists up and traps set.
Nothing was the target and everything that meant something was the collateral. The body of the fight feels fought now. I miss the sky that was before you renounced it, I miss your floor.
Nostalgia as poison
Body rush
Wounded brightness
