Postcards

It's that time of the year:
Cold and dry air,
Electrostatic hair.

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

No human can enjoy
a body-warmed chair

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

I ran out of money
To run into you,
We flipped a coin
to decide what to do

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

A daydream
is a discrete escape
from reality

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

If I keep my window open,
will the fog climb into my house?

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

I've always had just a handful of friends

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

A nice scent can improve your mood

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

Skirts circle around my waist

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim

Laundry days
come with the joy
of reuniting socks

Text by Nanda Milbreta
Illustrated by Danièle Knirim