Dear world

Written as a eucalptus candle burns beside me, about an entertainment inflicted by a rotten apple 19/4/22 Tuesday, but this is about Monday @ a space in my bed against the big window (5 ft 2 in height- precisey because I stood on the sill and discovered my window is slightly taller) Dear world, I’ve been so eager to write down my thoughts lately, and today, two thirds of my attention were preoccupied by a flock of spurting ideas during work. But although my thoughts were theorised 'exciting' in my mind today, this letter is about yesterday- do you mind? It was bank holiday Monday, I spent the morning writing and editing my letter about the day before, Easter Sunday- a slightly out of ordinary day. But I already told you all about it so I’ll move on to yesterday. By 14:00, my letter to the world, aka my blog, was published. I wanted to finish it by noon at exactly 12:00 because I planned to spend the day out, under the sunshine. I’ve taken a keen interest in exploring the street...

Written to document a new experience of freedom  10:17 17/4/22 Sunday, an own form of resurrection @ places outside of my bedroom   Dear World, This Easter Sunday, at 10:17, I felt extra satisfied about catching the tram that was about to depart (in exactly three minutes) to Elmers End. I got there after 16 stops from Wandsworth on the bus, where I drifted on and off to a series of daydreams. I looked out the window as if I was watching the movements of my thoughts passing through London neighbourhoods towards the south east. I surprisingly stayed alert through another 15 stops and finally found myself at Wellesley Road, relatively on time to meet a friend from school, Eve.  Earlier in the morning, I woke up pleased for the day's plan, starting off with my routined activities before texting Eve: “Hi Eve, I’ll aim for 10:50 outside the church. See you soon!”. As I headed to the bathroom for a shower around 9, I found my flatmate, Hue, in the kitchen, preparing breakfast wi...