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Waking each day
The strangest thing. For the last 14 days I have awoken lying next to someone I don’t know, have never seen nor spoken to before. But we are in a familial bed, and are together, familiar with each other. I am called honey, sweetie, sugar, darling, William (not my name) Some mornings at the foot of the bed lies an unrecognisable dog, a different breed each time, but always gentle and kind to me because I am their owner. At other times, children screaming in the room next door flood in with a roar, I am called, parent, da, father, pa, George (not my name) There are times when the feeling is intense - warmth, love, caring with affection. At other times antagonistic, the distinct feeling we are waging a war, fighting over land which has already been lost, surrendered, an invasion. Is it my task to broker some truce, peace pact, reconciliation? But today it was you, the one I recognise, laying next to me as I came to. It was as if I was waking from a dream that I was desperately happy not be true.
Bushwick, Brooklyn, New York, November 2019. Nikon d750
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