Life Cycles
Life has a rhythm. Days, weeks, months, years go by and yet some things stick in our minds. What would a narrative formed of all our collective memories feel like?
call for contributions
| Childhood | Spring | Morning |
| Youth | Summer | Day |
| Adulthood | Autumn | Evening |
| Old Age | Winter | Night |
If you'd like to contribute, pick one phase from each column and write a few words about something you remember from that time in your life. For example,
[Childhood/Summer/Day] imagining what else clouds look like, nothing to see but sky and feeling dizzy when sitting up and taking in surroundings again
Contribute as many times as you like!
Send contributions by email to claude at mathr dot co dot uk