Scenes of Life – Week 006
I wonder what could have made her so emotional, memories of childhood, teases and failures echoing in her mind? She had been so eager and joyful when she had arrived. But I know, this means very little. I had been happy the day before when my anxiety had bubbled inside of me.
Scenes of Life – Week 005
A waft of rubber and bicycle grease hits me as I step into the container. I am nearly thrown back from the smell, at once familiar and foreign. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Am I really going to be working here?
Scenes of life – Week 004
We stand awkwardly for a moment, unable to go past our instinct to shake hands until M. makes a joke about it.
Scenes of life – Week 003
My breath catches in my throat, trapped within my lungs. I look back at the fox, their ginger fur set alight. We stare at one another us, neither of us moving. In the quiet of the morning, neither of us expected the other’s presence. Footsteps muffled by the mist, echoes trapped in the air, we have both believed this place to be ours and ours alone.
Scenes of life – Week 002
A car caught the sinking sunlight, the reflected glint blinding me. White spots flickered behind my closed eyelids. When I opened them again, their was one more balloon over the shopping centre, its figure small and distant.
Scenes of life – Week 001
Back upstairs, I automatically spray my hands with sanitiser. I watch the motions of my fingers woven together, sliding along my palms and over my wrists. I am unable to understand how I feel. C.’s words finally reach my brain. So, we have come to the conclusion that we need to have a redundancy of one.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – The Last Entry
I was paralysed, crippled by doubts and fears, unable to read, to write or focus on anything that was not a manual task. I remained afloat, my legs kicking frantically under water, my body unnaturally still above the water line until I gave in.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 108
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 108 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanc ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 105
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 105 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanc ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 100
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 100 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanc ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 94
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 94 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanci ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 86
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 86 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanci ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 85
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 85 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distancing and isolation feels rea ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 107
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 107 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanc ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 103
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 103 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanc ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 93
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 93 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distanci ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 87
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 87 The idea of a collection of daily words describing how you felt for 30 days of social distancing and isolation feels rea ...
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 80
Adrift for a week, I am slowly emerging back into my routine, reminding myself to work on my projects instead of wasting too much time killing time, avoiding work, avoiding too much scrutiny into myself. This scrutiny though is different than the one from the early days of lockdown. Back then, my entire being was raw. Everything was different, scary, and unknown. It was easy to keep track of my emotions and actions because they were loud. Three months later, they are not.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 79
Next, I look up frênes and learn it is ash. I return to the book about trees I am reading. It is written in French, a language in which my vocabulary of trees is small, much smaller than my slowly growing list of names I know in English.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 77
Walking through residential streets leading to the nature reserve, I am glad to be chatting in person with G. again. There is a familiarity to our chats, the complaints we have always had about work still there but I cannot fully take part in the discussion. I haven’t lived in that world for too long, my interest and daily life busy with other concerns.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 74
I grab some paper from the bookcase, refill my fountain pen, and begin to write. First I write to my nephew, his letter sprawled on the desk by my side. The blue ink, so familiar from my own school days, is sprawling across the pages. Each letter is well defined with just a hint of change, my nephew finding his own hand away from calligraphic letters he was taught to use a couple of years ago.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 72 and 73
On the right side of my face, from my eye to my lower jaw I can feel the warm dull ache brought on by my hormones. I imagine a nerve running through my cheek, connecting the top and bottom part of my face. It throbs gently, continually. It feels warms even though the temperature on either side of my head is the same to the touch.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 71
We retreat back into the arboretum, following the less trodden paths. We read labels pinned to bark in the hope to learn more about trees, but I know I will forget most of them by the time we get home. I am too overwhelmed to concentrate and learn. Here, in the arboretum, I feel alive in a way I do not at home. I can breathe freely, my mind expanding with each steps taken, thoughts drifting, forming, slipping, gathering. Not much else matter than the fact that I am here, alive, and steady, secure around these trees both old and young.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 70
‘Hummm…. Salad,’ I mumble my mouth full of green leaves. ‘Fresh, fresh, fresh salad.’ I shove another forkful in my mouth, close my eyes, and savour the cool leaves against my tongue.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 69
Dinner finished, I head back upstairs to the study to focus on my pinhole camera. I have time to relax and stay on the sofa with my partner but there is an urgency that pushes me to keep working. Soon I will have to go back to work and time will be reduced to dedicated chunks at either side of the day.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 68
A headache is growing on the left side of my face as I pour chemicals and invert the developing tank. It has nothing to do with what I’m doing. I know this headache, it comes every month. First it creeps behind my left eye before descending to my jaw, settling there in a dull constant ache.
On Foreign Shores
My chest tightened and tears welled in my eyes in the following days every time I thought about Brexit. I felt empty and lost, rejected by a country I so fiercely love. I had fought to come here, I had fought to stay here. I came crawling and wounded to London ten years before and had risen to become the person I am today. And all of that meant nothing at all because I was foreign now, not of here, other.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 67
I close my eyes and rest letting my thought drift away from me. It has been a long week filled with turmoils and doubts, unaided by my body getting ready for my period. I think of all that has happened, of racism and Brexit, of the trip to Berrow sands and the tears I cried, of the stress on my shoulders and the restlessness of my mind, of the walk in Westonbirt Arboretum and the release I found, of Queer Out Here and the voices of people in the outdoors, of…
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 66
The shutter closed I stare at the paths, my feet glued to the spot and yet itching to go, to walk on, follow the arrows through the countryside until it is time to get back to work. It doesn’t matter that I have no gear with me, that no pubs are open for a rest, and that I am wearing slightly too big sandals on my feet. I want to go, to walk, to disappear into this English landscape I have come to love.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 63
I am angry at the world. I am angry at the government that is making a farce of this pandemic. I am angry at myself for not being happy to be here, for feeling scared, for wanting to flee. This right here is a space where I should feel safe. This right here is a space where I should feel free. Instead I am paralysed and the realisation of my loss makes me cry.