R is for ritual: i nomadically walk, a pedestrian on the sidewalk of a city that could maybe one day again be mine, i reach for a stray sprig of lavender spilling from a neighbouring garden at my shoulders left side. i crush it between finger + thundering buckle of my right thumb, then cup my palms to my face to breathe a tunnel of scent. small acts of urban aromatherapy, sun on skin as tears slip out for all that changes, sighs for peripatetic rituals that are a constant + will remain the same