Unbuilding

by MB


Exactly the inverse of my arrival two years ago, this time will be defined by unbuilding - the extent to which I must disassemble the pieces I worked so hard to curate in the first place. 

The irony is almost cruel in its simplicity. What is life, after all, if not a series of stories told and untold - Penelope at her loom each night - writing and re writing with each sunset and sunrise?