Kris Sahlholdt
Just A Speck
I spoke to a speck of dust the other day
Just a casually at first
about weather-stuff and what we had for dinner
The speck looked just like a speck on the neck of a family member
Cursed to bits, that speck,
but still my favorite attribute of that person
Greyish and irregular
A blob really
I think they got it removed.
We kept talking the speck and I
Of big and small, far and wide
All of it
I went to bed, my belly full of friendship’s content.
Today the speck was gone.
I spoke to another speck of dust
It didn’t speak back.
Biography
"I'm a Danish artist and storyteller living in Scotland. The theme of loneliness is one which resonates with me a lot as a person coming from the outside, trying to fit into a new culture. I find comfort in the idea that seemingly dead things have spirits in them, which might creep out to talk on the days where we feel most isolated."