#73 Chitchat
gaza is the hungriest place on earth
hi people,
i’m currently eating grapes, my sister sent me pictures of our cats last night and i am counting down the days until august. how are you all?
gaza is the hungriest place on earth
gaza is the hungriest place on earth and we’re watching it happen. i suddenly don’t feel like eating, a hunger strike might show my dedication to the cause but what would that do? are my prayers working? i really do love you so much. there are no question marks and my prayers are the same every evening: please let the people of gaza know there is light at the end of the tunnel, tell them we care. we see you.
coke was my favourite, go to drink. the bubble cascading your throat, it doesn’t even taste of anything. gaza. i am planning the biggest event of my life and i've started adding a swirl of honey into my tea. i keep making excuses to meet my married cousin— i’m always too busy and i’m always too tired. isn’t everyone one or the other or both?
in a week, i’ll still be praying for gaza. in a month, i’ll still be praying for gaza. in a year? in a year i’ll be turning a year older and my mum will still ask me: do you know how to make rice? what is life like now that you have to do everything on your own? my chapattis are round and i found out: coke can be a good toilet cleaner.
turns out, my favourite person has always lived a walk away from me all my life. they just have two years more life experience than me: do you know this song? not stuck in a tree and not stuck in traffic, they came at the right time for this version of me.
my father’s eyes show what he’s feeling. they squint when he’s talking about something with a smile, all you would need to see are his eyes and all you would need to hear is his voice. i spoke to a friend more than a month ago, he randomly rang me and i heard his smile. life moves so fast but people move faster.
i want to stop at petrol stations with you and to catch your smile from across a room of people. i want to open the windows of a driving car and put my hand out, just to remember little old me, the guinea pig, who wouldn’t believe her life.
