we walk the tightrope constantly. the tension is all wrong. we pull and push at one another, and each time we fall it is harder to regain any balance.

i turned on my phone yesterday evening after recharging it, and a txt came through from ’round about lunchtime: i am staying with my parents until i decide where to go next.

a txt, for fuck’s sake.

i decided not to call for thai home delivery; we had scrambled eggs and grilled tomatoes on toast instead.