Breakfast porridge, coffee, steam in gentle curls, a yawn from time to time, flannel pajamas, morning breath, a memory of thoughts that come and go – a sip of coffee more, dish-washing spoon and plate, a minute lost in thought […]
This collection closed the chapter of my twenties. A decade in which I had finally come to terms with myself. It is written at the crossroads of my 30th birthday, where I took the opportunity to reflect – and to complete as many ongoing projects as possible, in order to start my thirties with a clean slate.
I let go of some of the bitterness I’ve carried around since childhood in order to move ahead. I examined some of the cynicism my life has taught me, in order to determine whether it was worthwhile carrying around any longer.
I wrote the collection during lockdown. It encompasses fragments of thought from my late twenties, and a few pieces written after my thirties birthday as well.
With this collection, I’ve cleared the path for something new, whatever that may be. And at the very least, I am confident that my thirties are going to be way better than my twenties, in the same way that my twenties were better than my teenage years. It seems inevitable. A sentiment the collection reflects.