November, a list: I cannot be the only person who intentionally takes as least twice as long to peel a satsuma or clementine than they do to consume it Low winter light on the underside of bird-of-prey wings We stand and watch as a team of neon-coloured people construct a ferris wheel in a city centre—the entire thing seems to be unfolded from large trailers in a dance of grease and metal
This is so darling! I love your writing, especially when I first read, “Lost in Translation.”
This is so delightful—thank you!