The trappings we drag, for the overnight stay in the damp, dark, cold to the touch; parts of the hell that we personally designed just for moments like these; when the world feels too small for how much we don’t feel.

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James is wondering around feeling ill because he ate a giant bag of jelly beans in one go… Marley my cat is following me around weaving between my feet in the hopes that I will trip and fall and that it will then occur to me to feed him (because it doesn’t matter that there … More 2.17 am