Last night there was a slice of light balanced on the horizon just before the sun set. Max said, ‘Is that the morning?’
It is good to know things.
A little girl in the shop, who darts into the shop after school and stands silently staring at the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, leaves without saying anything. I don’t know anything about her except that she reads. This, by default, makes her enormous. Which books, and why? She looks at art books, kneels next to, handles, frowns at those glossy slabs; the pages of the art books. She sits on her knees, a book laid flat on the carpet, bends over it, hands on the floor, looking and looking. Seeing…what?
It’s not just the page we see.
Artwork by Natacha Einat