the past is a foreign country, they do things differently there – L. P. Hartley

from behind glass – detached – small interactions – shops, pub, coffee shop etc. alone, slow tears – writer – essays – memories – neighbours – noises – trying to avoid contact

I don’t know if this was intended to be a poem or a story outline.

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