{Who are you? spins round and round.}
{Who are you? and other new zines are wrapped as Silla sleeps on and on and on.}
I have high hopes for the white-flowering mandavilla recently planted. High hopes that it will grow tall and thick and green, that it will cover the fence that separates my neighbours and me. High hopes that it will grow into a thick green screen that will shield my nest from view of the new tall neighbour for an exposed nest is no nest at all. Of the four new tenants living next door I know little, but one is tall, so tall that I can see his head and neck when he gardens or sips beer and I find I don’t wish to think about these habits of his yet I am keenly aware. Therefore, the mandadvilla must grow tall and quickly.
+ Thank you for your kind words emailed and left on Alexandra's post featuring her interview with me. There is a new sprightliness in my step as a result, and initially a little colour in my cheeks.
+ Thank you for your recent zine orders too. It's heartening to be sending our zines to places near and far, to faces new and new faces dear.
{Who are you? and other new zines are wrapped as Silla sleeps on and on and on.}
