May 14, 2018.
Looking for glimpses of myself, of a shared experience, of someone else’s memory of a moment in time that we inhabited together, while reading the notes and margins of books and comics. A faint but definite hope for recognition on the printed page.
The rain outside. Thunder rolling and seeping and spreading from sky to sky.
The slow trickling from roofs and branches.
The train pulling in to the station.
My son asleep in his bed upstairs. My partner asleep in our bed upstairs.