the note
Zooey skipped along towards the subway station, letting her bag swing freely beside her. The platform was desolate, and she took the opportunity to watch a…
slow motion days
Zooey rummaged through the piles of clothing strewn over her floor, periodically doing ‘sniff-checks’ to determine the cleanliness of each item. She settled on…
In the Midst
At last. It was a shining, golden hour, like the sun had moved closer to earth. A hyper-real, hyper-luminous glare, light stabbing furiously at earth, plants…