My words are glass and mirrors in your presence.
Might they fall in love — with not speaking?
Hiding words away
until they are broken?
through cupped hands.
Mine are air and mist
And inhabit them
Set up your structures
breaking up like radio interference
into white noise.
I spoke so that I could speak
I spoke so that others might speak
Said it before but the idea people share mental health issues for ‘attention’ is poison. People die in silence every day. That attention is needed. That attention is not for you to judge. That attention can save lives. twitter.com@matthaig1 Feb 19 2018
A conversation about speaking in the wrong place triggers a shutdown — enveloped in white noise, unable to move or speak. Deep depression. Still processing. Will be processing this forever.
IMAGE Towards the left of the image is the lower half of an electricity pylon with its metal geometrical structure appearing through a pale grey mist. There is a fence in front of the lower part. In the distance behind this, partly obscured by mist, are some bare trees and another pylon with three equally spaced cables attached along the side of its top section, stretching out to the top right edge of the image.