Anakana Schofield

I am starting to believe firmly in the human tonic. That of other people who know and understand a physically distant world of which you speak and who possess an uncanny ability to comfort and reassure one on any number of fronts, incl that one. Thank Christ for them.  I’d have been lost since Sunday only for these exquisite individuals.

During the day they come into my life through different mediums, normally sentences, and make the particular hazy hue of the moment transparent and provide the good pain inside the lungs that’s laughter.  They’re almost all women. Encore go raibh mile. You know who you are.