JOHANNA E


Canberra / Conservator, Writer & Student

Self isolation, staying with a friend, in a city I don't usually live in.





I am sitting on a chair. It's like one of those standard garden chairs you see at Ikea, with a painted metal frame covered in plastic mesh. I lean back in the chair and it grows so that it feels like a chair that could fit at least two or three other people. I realise there is a person sitting on the chair in front of me, although I am not surprised by this, I have always known they were there. This person has long matted hair forming a small nest on the crown of their head. When I look closer I see a box of hot chips sitting in this nest, long strands of hair wrapped around a greasy red cardboard box. I take a chip and eat it.


(14/4/2020)