Walter S. Munday
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The therapeutic benefits of OBLIVION
Outside it is early, Aida’s legs affected by heavy sleep carry her from an unmade bed toward a window inside her tiny apartment, rubbing sleep away from her eyes, she lets the soft pre- morning lights of Halvala flood into focus.
I meet Yanni at an old laundromat amongst a forgotten shopping strip. There she is sitting atop a stainless steel bench, wearing loose fitting black jeans and a vintage bomber jacket from some old video store. Her dark hair with shaved bits on the side is shorter than last time I saw her, I couldn't recall when that was. It’s hard to tell if she sees me as a friend or another face in the crowd, either way I’m glad she got in touch.