Without warning, this longing.

For years, I have lived in exile – from intimate emotion, from touch. I learned to live without, and felt stronger, superior even. I was untouchable in the Western sense: unreachable and thus invincible.

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How to disappear completely


As joblessness and interviews/interrogations approach, and family life takes a turn for the tense, I offer here the equivalent of hiding under the duvet. I’m not here…. this isn’t happening. (I could add the lalalala-with-hands-over-the-ears bit, but you get the gist).