Here We Remain
‘There are three sorts of silence, three bodies waiting. Hers is a silent, active wait. She struggles to stay in motion, to continue waiting. His is a contemplative wait; it frames hers but remains his.
They both are destined to reach the third. Frozen. Her world is built of buttons and wool, meticulously sorted and separated by colour and size, filling her cushions, her shoes and her books. Reaching each corner, each nook, each crevice and pulling it in towards her’