in those weak times
the fortnight began with birthday shannanigans and those two dutch friends of yours who crashed the night and shared quiche bread wine cheese salad and the high life of art and the art of flaner. then it all quickly became confused descending into a twin peaks scenario, a soap opera over the liens of distant communication. man down, man in hospital, man going under - all in their universal senses but always referring to a particular close to the heart, close to your heart.
i am thankful that you were there, here, everywhere at the time that you were. i was shitty, unwell, aggressive, just my ordinary self and it was a boon to have a friend around. nearby. at my side. dealing with my shit. there is a little understanding between us and that brings a hell of a lot of reassurance.