I am so small
Hi and I think I'm losing it. I haven't written or posted anything in ages. I don't know why. So much has happened recently and yet I have nothing write about. I am so small and the distance between things is so big. Last summer, my mum and I drove down to St Ives in Cornwall- it took six hours. Six painful hours in a hot car as I watched yellow fields and white wind turbines drift bye. Tonight, I spent hours on google maps planning road trips or just dropping myself somewhere I'd never heard of. I saw Cornwall on the map and noticed how small, yet how big the distance is between there and Trogslight. And then I compared that to bigger distances- Trogslight to Wick at the very top of the country, seven hundred miles away. And then I remembered a book I read about a cabinet maker called Alpha Coulibaly who lived in Mali. He couldn't stay there- he said he was rotting there in his town, Abidjan. His wife and son had already left to go to Paris and he said he ...