You don’t know how to say goodbye but it’s there, in your gut; it never lies. The full weight of unspoken goodbyes hits you you like a mysterious, untraceable absence; an emptiness that theorizes fullness, a blackness that balances a world full of colour. Sometimes I wish I knew, sometimes I hope I don’t and then, sometimes is every time. It’s not the absence, baby, it never was. It’s inertia; it sets in and I erode.
In collaboration with Anushka.