Still Moving
A portrait of Nora moving through a day on autopilot, where routine continues but connection feels slightly out of reach. The voice remains present even as the world feels misaligned.
I wake up Already late Phone is warm In my hand I don’t check it I don’t stop I put on What’s there Coffee tastes Like it always did That feels wrong I keep it The sink drips Like it has for years I leave it Running The street’s loud In the same places I cross early For no reason Someone walks Too close Keeps pace When I slow I move left Don’t apologise The bus is full I stand Grip the rail Too tight My stop comes I miss it Stay on One more No one asks Where I’m going I get off Somewhere else The building smells Like cleaner and heat A door shuts Behind me I check it Once I sit down Stand back up Nothing hurts Enough Later The light changes Before I expect it I stop anyway My name sounds wrong Out loud I answer Before I decide I eat something I don’t taste it I throw away Most My hands shake Longer this time I keep them Visible The day keeps going Without me For a moment
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