The lullaby

I have not left the house in days. I can hear the book pacing around upstairs, but neither of us … More

Peace offering

I have made the book a peace offering. I snuck out while it was sleeping, found my way back to … More

It is my turn to go out for a walk. The book has slept late, and, not for the first … More

We are at the flat. Everything has worked out fine: the journey, our connections and now amazing sense of space. We … More

The book is not in love with me. I shower it with love and promises of more stationery, but all … More