photo: light and shadow, day and night, Botanical Gardens, Nelson, ferns at springtime.
What is not said during the day
has to be thought at night
in the recesses
of the depth of the small hours
It would be better to say it
in the daylight
rather than to ruminating it
in the darkness of the shadows
photo: reflections, Nelson, botanical gardens
During the pandemic, the worry of living on a small island at the other end of the world (where so many goods (or bads) arrive through the sea, while global transport was hindered, delayed, or canceled), triggered in me the unhealthy habit of stocking up on what I thought was important (coffee!!!). It was only at the end of 2025 that I told myself it was time to live more ‘dangerously’ and let the reserves diminish. A few months later, here we are, back to square one, and I wonder whether I should let go or fill my cupboards.
*still inspired by Edouard Levé
