The bus journey this morning felt like being in a shower cabin. Condensation covered the inside of the windows. The light shone in and made the walls orange, everyone looked beautiful who sat inside, on their seats, on their phones, their faces colored pink.
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What leaving is
Moving is a little bit like dying. But it’s returning which confirms the passing.
Not because places turn unfamiliar, but because they don’t. It changes deceptively little. But what change there is, lives in your own body.
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