Once they are buried under dirt, people become place. Flesh becomes earth, geography. They become enmapped, acquire fixed coordinates. That afternoon, she would be going to see her father, that patch of soil to the left of the cemetery entrance, third row. A momentary spasm took hold of her left eye. She slapped it shut.
Tag: prose
The Half-Beach
How can I express in words the overwhelming expanse of the absence of feeling that I find myself in.
The Rower
I have to pee. but I can’t be bothered to get up at the moment—besides it’s not like I can’t hold it in for a few minutes more—the sensation is still at that phase where it is not sure of itself and can be easily ignored. . .
Για τις μάνες που φεύγουν
Της άρεσε εκείνη η ψύχρα του πρωινού που έκανε τα καλοκαίρια στο χωριό. Είχε χίλιους λόγους να μην το επισκέπτεται, αλλά η ψύχρα εκείνη, ειδικά όταν ξυπνούσε πριν απ’ όλους, ήταν σαν να έφερνε το χωριό στα μέτρα της.