223: Glass House

I am becoming a sedimentary layer

slowly disappearing under dust, the fog

that creeps in through the sealing of the windows,

and the scent of shampoo and conditioner.

I have been listening to an audiobook all day

(Innocents and Others),

slowly stitching away at a woolly project,

and now I am eating dinner and listening

to a talk with Paul Karasik about City of Glass

(I haven't read it).

My sight is blurry and my brain woolly

from listening and thinking and analysing

while repeating the same stitch, edge up, edge down.

The protagonist of the comic (book)

disappears into a mental prison of his own.

I don't know if I have understood correctly.

Today it seems fitting.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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