Hi Mathilde,

Here in Rome, the temperature has finally dropped, and after days of sweltering heat, we’ve got a nice breeze. Thanks for the email.



Family secrets

My nana saw a decapitated pilot in ’32.
A war plane crashed into the woods near where we live.
She must have been six or seven when it happened.
This might have been in Scarborough or Middlesborough.
I’m not sure where she grew up. My dad doesn’t like talking about it.

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The midnight sun’s upset me.

we’ve been living inside a lightbulb
swapping beds in airbnbs
and driving past purple nootka

you’d think that reykjavik homes would come fitted
with black curtains but
oddly enough

they don’t


i’m ashamed to confess
that i drank the g-mjolk out of the bottle this morning

forgive me
it was delicious and
the summer solstice’s robbed me
of my senses