Cirrus@Austlit

'I've been spending most mornings standing over my stove, spoon in hand and stirring. A seasonal habit when the weather dips. One part oats, two parts water. As days seem to go as quickly as they've arrived, breakfast becomes a minor play; a small, reliable structure to pivot the day on. Mornings and night, interruptions. 'We fix the cyclic expectations of renewal, commencement, ending, beginning', as if by stirring anticlockwise once more I can turn back the hands of the day and start again.' (Introduction)