Little Infinities


View of Albert Park and Lake from a cab window. | July 2017

20 July 2017
Melbourne Tullamarine Domestic Airport


You are hazy as an afterthought; always have been.

But my skin burns in your presence, and that tells me you are very real. But also, finite.

And mortal.

Sometimes, I run a bath to remember you by. Water seems to help. It is almost as if it is a portal to my subconscious— there, where I’m probably a whole lot braver in making room for you in my life.

Often, I rake through every part of me that remembers you, struggling to make sense of the magic your being you holds over my head.

Always, I fall short in digging deep enough to find all the right, big words. So I scramble to hang on to the littlest of things to honour your memory.

For example: that you are blueberry cheesecake at the back of my throat.

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Little Infinities is a collection of short musings borne out of huge emotions. In many of my travels, these are the kinds of stories I seek and live for, unlearn and let go.

Published by Rain Campanilla

Born under the star of Sagittarius, the centaur of adventure; and in the year of the Rat, the ever curious--- Travel is my birthright.

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