Written by Jacob Ibrag
She picks up the rickety antique chair
from the corner of the living room and places it
next to her newly purchased coffee table. ‘This is the
best I could do, I’m still trying to fill this place out. Didn’t
know you were coming, so what brings you back?’ Grabbing
the phone out of his right hand coat pocket, he carefully takes
a seat and asks her to listen. ‘You know I’m not any good with
speeches. Every time I try to convey meaning, I sound like
an absolute idiot. So instead I recorded something
and, I hope it makes sense.’ Loading the audio
from his phone, he finally clicks play.
Photography by Vinicius Amano
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