Today I join a sorry-not-sorry poem and last April in twenty images for my Calendar 2019.
Prompt 13: “Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.”
Alrighty. With tongue-in-cheek and Chong. Not sorry.
Sorry not sorry
Sorry not sorry for all the luck I seem to have.
I may have stolen it from other people,
just like my country of origin
stole medical equipment for itself
from some factory in China
meant for other countries.
Where are the times
when we were known to introduce ourselves:
“Excuse me, I’m Slovene”?
Now they are sorry not sorry.
It’s war and they took the masks.
Sorry not sorry for appearing
“Have you ever taken the Big Five test?
There’s a category called ‘Neuroticism.’
I scored 0%. I think you might, too,”
Tom wrote once.
Sorry not sorry for that.
And for moving away.
And for not coming back.
I am living somebody else’s dream.
I am taking somebody else’s pictures.
I am breathing through somebody else’s mask.
Here are twenty pictures from last April and they are all mine. Every month I have a look at all the photos taken in the same month one year ago and select twenty that stand out in one way or another.
As you will see in the second half of the gallery, last April we went to Rome a couple of times, and I also met up with the painter Donna and her daughter for the first time. We strolled on the beach from Carbonifera to Torre Mozza in the bay of Follonica, and then I went to visit Gavorrano by myself where I haven’t been yet. It was a lovely day. It also feels like a lifetime away.
The first half of the photos is from around here in southern Tuscany. I can’t reach all the blooming trees or the sea, but not a bad place for the quarantine.
Here are the three months of 2019 so far:
And here are three previous Aprils for comparison: