We could talk about the weather, or, if you prefer, we could talk about our child's school report and the paediatrician' s recommendations, about shopping, about bank statements, about our recently defunct television ? which has so altered the mechanics of our existence; about the next community meeting, the price of tobacco, that article you're reading, our next holiday, about that damned colleague of yours and about those other decent colleagues as well, about that infection with symptoms so like depression you've been suffering from lately. And as we begin to speak, watch the zipped-up pocket of my soul unzip. Watch the Milky Way fluidly escape from between my legs.

© Miren Agur Meabe