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emotional
reflective
sad
medium-paced
✒ I’m an archaeologist of my own past. I lose hours reading old texts and looking through pictures. Did his words mean something or were they just rubble? I’m curating a museum to our relationship in a folder on my computer. [...]
I realise that what I fear is erosion. I fear being lost. I’m scrabbling back through time to hold it all together, to salvage. I scroll back months through his timeline. I’m hanging around in the past, up to my elbows in soil and spoil. Where do the jokes go? And where does the love go?
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✒ At a yoga class in the community centre, we lie on our backs with arms and legs in the air, and the teacher tells us it is ‘grounding’. I’ve never understood what this means, just like I’ve never understood why ‘down to earth’ is a compliment. I’m slamming into stone. I’m reaching a halt.
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✒ The club retains many of its industrial fittings, and as I climb the steel staircase to the main room – the old turbine room with a high ceiling and concrete floor – the noise hits me. The immense volume of the music creates a full-body experience. I can feel it in my eardrums, my stomach and bowels and through the soles of my feet. It makes my chest throb. It’s loud enough to swim in.
I realise that what I fear is erosion. I fear being lost. I’m scrabbling back through time to hold it all together, to salvage. I scroll back months through his timeline. I’m hanging around in the past, up to my elbows in soil and spoil. Where do the jokes go? And where does the love go?
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✒ At a yoga class in the community centre, we lie on our backs with arms and legs in the air, and the teacher tells us it is ‘grounding’. I’ve never understood what this means, just like I’ve never understood why ‘down to earth’ is a compliment. I’m slamming into stone. I’m reaching a halt.
.
✒ The club retains many of its industrial fittings, and as I climb the steel staircase to the main room – the old turbine room with a high ceiling and concrete floor – the noise hits me. The immense volume of the music creates a full-body experience. I can feel it in my eardrums, my stomach and bowels and through the soles of my feet. It makes my chest throb. It’s loud enough to swim in.