I try to craft words, create stories, read the paper and drink my tea (I am considering decaf) and try to be normal out here.

Sometimes, I wonder what I am waiting for. Dinner, I say! Today, I am waiting for dinner!

I have also been waiting to use my new (old) set of oil paints and brushes. But I don’t know how to paint. It’s been tucked away in my cupboard since 2001 or something. Nevertheless, I like the idea of tucking things away. I like to tuck hair behind the ears, and to tuck loose, strange stories and people under the edge of mattresses.

Sometimes, I also think it’s strange how these stories/people get crumbly and crinkled in time. They fold over themselves so many times that the creases merge and one can no longer see how it all began and where the line should end.

What else do I have in my white cupboard?

Off memory: A phone charger, not working. School files. A blow-up toy. A Victoria’s learners license. Balloon sticks. Textbooks. Old tubes of hand cream.

(Back to work.)