Tropical Stillness

I woke up this morning and felt so lonely. No one had called me out for brunch, my painting’s been done so there’s nothing pressing for me to complete, the book I’m reading is so difficult to get through; so beautifully written but so impossible to read. I felt, I feel, lonely.

I don’t particularly wish to be with anyone. Martine perhaps, but he’s beset with his own set of problems. He was in a