A flash essay
“I’ve been a surveyor of silence. Of white heat. Counting the minutes. Listening for the unspoken.” ❤️🔥
Thanks for reading, Kate. ❤️🔥
"newborn lungs inflating, shuddering" - whew what an image, I'll never look at accordions the same way again
Thanks for reading. It was uncanny how human the accordion sounded.
“Does she think, when I point my camera at her, that I’m taking something from her? Is it mine to take, the photo?”
Love this. Felt like I read this essay as a whisper 🤍
Thanks for reading it and in a whisper no less. 🤍
“I’ve been a surveyor of silence. Of white heat. Counting the minutes. Listening for the unspoken.” ❤️🔥
Thanks for reading, Kate. ❤️🔥
"newborn lungs inflating, shuddering" - whew what an image, I'll never look at accordions the same way again
Thanks for reading. It was uncanny how human the accordion sounded.
“Does she think, when I point my camera at her, that I’m taking something from her? Is it mine to take, the photo?”
Love this. Felt like I read this essay as a whisper 🤍
Thanks for reading it and in a whisper no less. 🤍