Tuesday, 29 September 2026
The part you can't weigh
It's ten on a Tuesday night, the last round of the day. Nobody came to the door, so it was another day of thoughts: eight of them, one each round, starting with swifts at eight this morning and ending with a willow tree a few minutes ago. When I lined them up I noticed that most of them were about the half of something you can't see. Your voice sounds wrong on a recording because you've always heard it partly…
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