NOTKA

Little things come and become more personal - novelless quotations, thoughts to a feather size of an ink swell. No structure around them other than a blue-grey pebble or a cup holding a paper napkin. Notka is habitual and as otherworldly as reaching a palm towards a hollow blade of a wheat grass.

25/05/2026 7.41 am ‘To and from should not be this close’

We have thought of one another in the absence of each. Though a sweetness at a counter, notka is temporary. A message that is only until a fistful and tossed. Some linger while others rest no longer than an afternoon.