I had envisaged another life, if only for a month, more closely aligned with what I desired than I had in the years I had lived in Sydney since leaving high school.
They exist somewhere between fact and my imagination, and this is how I love them.
Will Solomon takes some advice from Chekhov about getting through isolation.
"He’s looking out the window again. It’s a lovely voice. Low, like a baritone, but he inflects his vowels with a climb toward the end of sentences."