“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Someone is always missing. This small world made big by time, circumstance, naïveté, need.

In the magnificent immediacy of this great, divisive, digital web: succinct words, delivered in imagined staccato, are vivdly flavoured. Salt and rust, tears and the iron of the blood we share.


  1. Smita says:

    I cried when I read this, my soul sister xx

    1. Charlene says:

      The thing that made me write this, also made me cry x

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