Sometimes the ache to return is almost unbearable. But you can’t go back, only forward, possibly returning at a different angle, never re-creating. Creating, it’s something I need to do more of. This 9-5, this compound life, these things are slow ruin.
This is the bedroom of the couple who let Avy and I stay in their home in Yao Village, a small community north of Guangzhou (?), China. I meant to paint it someday, but it may be fine just as it is.