Saturday, April 24

State of Consistency

The lump in my chest is growing; it's tender, it moves underneath my fingers, beneath slip dress, shirt and blouse, evading my fingers.

The smell of my own skin when I haven't showered in a while is both comforting and saddening.

I'm moving into a fifth floor flat with no lift and no balcony; I think I'm going to have to stop smoking. And I will have to give you my new address.


  1. If I gave you mine, would you write?

  2. sorry, i think i saw you yesterday in rosemary's baby of polansky. For moments i had the feeling that the film it was happening in Norway. :)

  3. emmeline: of course, email me!

    laura: if only oslo was as magnificent as new york!