Mosquito Bite #4
2024


"Last night, I couldn’t sleep. The wind was strong and cold. I put on a down jacket in Bangkok..."

 The writing stopped there, just like every time last year. My memos are filled with fragmented phrases, unspoken breaths turned into wavering gray, existing between two sides: one unable to breathe, the other silent. 

I think the cat is about to start speaking soon! 

:

"I know, I know where the warmest place is."





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