31/10/2026
I don’t know your name.
I’ve tried to imagine it, but every name I think of feels like putting a label on a parcel before I’ve decided what’s inside.
So I leave it blank.
For now, you’re just you.
You somewhere, doing something.
You reaching for a cup in a kitchen I have never seen.
You sitting in traffic, singing along to a song you would be embarrassed to sing in front of anyone else.
You standing in the supermarket trying to remember whether you need milk.
I hope you remembered the milk.
I hope there are small things in your life that make you happy without you having to think too hard about them.
And I hope that when I do learn your name, it feels familiar in a way I can’t explain.
As though I’ve been keeping a space for it without even knowing.
- Under The Same Moon. Coming soon.
