Never In Heart

Always Together, Never Apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart ......................................................................................................................................................

A collaborative project by Olga Kotnowska and Eliza Muirhead. A conversation through text and photographs between two best friends separated momentarily by space and timezones ................................................................................................................................................

Text by Ola and Photos by Eliza

The light that I am talking about is not the light that you are thinking of. This light is almost honey, the honey you spread across your toast: honey thick and sticky and golden. This is the light that I am talking about and this is the light that you don’t see. And this light that pours in through the window almost softens the afternoon that is otherwise harsh with the ending that you bring, that your words have been bringing; this ending that you are about to leave behind, with me, in the room that will soon be colder than forgotten flesh.

That was boyhood. That was then.
Today the light filters through the blinds and wraps itself around her face in uniform stripes.
She doesn’t make the first move, she waits because that is all she has ever known: strategy.
And today, I am still here, and hours pour out and pull us along all the same, and I am still unsure of how to do it all: how to live and die well.

"let me see your beauty broken down, like you would do for the one you love" - Leonard Cohen.

Out of all the useless things my hands have done, there is an uncaught night.

The body fights. Bones cave in. These bones that have betrayed him, these bones that have left him down on his knees in front of the big men, and in these men he had never believed but here he is, kneeling underneath their smirks, his knees kissing the floor like any common beggar.