Oz Hardwick

This message is to say I have found all the calendars, shredded all the photographs. It is to say I have washed all the empty jars and placed them in the designated bins. It is to say that I am still buying your favourite chocolate biscuits and walking the long way home. By the time it reaches you, you will be awake, scientists—the proper ones, with white coats and dishevelled hair, who would never go home, even if they had homes—will have found a way to stop that spindly bird from falling silent in its cage, and everything you love will be back in fashion. Love will be back in fashion. This message is to say that although time is vast and inevitable, it can easily be contained in a musical box or within the circumference of a small gold ring. This message contains images, but beware of opening attachments.