More Waiting

A doctor’s waiting room in the middle of the day. Several white-haired patients reading outdated magazines, a couple of mothers with sniffy children and me, by the door, trying to keep as far away from everyone as possible. Problem number one is what to do with my hands. My feet are shuffling away under my […]

A Glance Is Louder Than Words

I know you. I’ve seen you at your worst. Seeing you out and about is abstract to me. You don’t quite belong here. I remember you and your dreadful behaviour. What’s to stop you from screaming at everyone in this supermarket? I remember when you arrived and refused to cooperate. Why are you cooperating here? […]