Hi
May 25, 2020
Hi
It’s been so long that my writing voice is hoarse. Imagine finding a rug buried in dust and whacking it against a wall just so you can ascertain what colour it is. That’s me trying to write.
This parallel universe steeped in dystopia has given me a lot of time to dust off things I’ve shoved into the corners of my life and just tonight I was casually unpacking some childhood trauma while brushing my teeth. Multitasking.
Whenever people ask me what my biggest peeve is, I’ve always said “lateness”. It’s become somewhat reflexive. I no longer think about why I hate lateness so much, in the same way that I don’t think about the words when I recite a prayer or the national anthem.
Day x of quarantine had me wondering what it was about people being late that made me so upset and I remembered all the years my father was late. Overachiever that he is, he’s never just late by...