Forgotten Feet
“You are never going to believe what I forgot,” I said standing at the edge of a bed covered in neat piles of backpacking gear.
I could hardly believe it. For all these little things, these fiddly bits that I did remember, the one thing missing was possibly the most crucial.
Disconnected
Disconnect is where I had been, in the world of stories carefully constructed to create big feelings. Disconnected was where I wanted to be, in that world where stories had resolution.