on holly, berlin and skipping november

Mum sends pictures of holly lining the tops of paintings and photographs in the house I grew up in. Tiny snowflakes fall from the sky and the cold sets in. Christmas music plays in the shops, lights flicker outside and the giant mechanical teddy bear hugs passersby at the entrance to the Jean Talon market. All of this and I cannot remember the date, cannot wrap my head around how fast the end of year is approaching.

Read →