Susie Suh x Robert Koch (song of the week)

Dreamy, ethereal, and melancholy – the audial equivalent of the blustery cloudy weather we’ve been having.


the leaves are fading and falling,

opening slits in the sky, dipped bright red

whirling with golden butter feathers of branches

the breeze criss-crosses them desperately,

while beneath the filmy, bright-edged waves

emerald fingers beckon.

first week.


Everyone else is saying “home”, while I say “here for now”. Back at uni

life is so scheduled, so safe,  so secure, no

one really has to try that hard to keep living.

The sky is already hinting at clouds, that the sleep of

winter is upon us tomorrow.

It doesn’t matter. I am still wandering around in light clothes

freezing these moments with my stupid little camera

Russian-roulette style. Sketching skulls in charcoal sticks because I can.

This is not real life, we are not this tame once released

but for now, it is easy-peasy

we are fed, clothed and taught what to do.

Blessing. I hope Tata can be proud of me.