Sampurna Chattarji: Body Clock III

Green planet in the light warm from lack of wind. Sails slice geometrically the air on a screen where the weather is constant, only the movement from another moving body can return her to a sense of time, an eagerness that travels from room to room like blood through slowly thickening veins. At such moments everything seems possible until it ends and the planet outside her window returns unchanged, except for a gradation from green to grey to yellow. This is the storm that will break all continuities and become a diatribe.

Sampurna Chattarji

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