I kept thinking about what you said that day.
You had shifty eyes and you kept looking for something to preoccupy you, and you were partly pausing because maybe somehow there’s a lingering thought telling you to stop, no, you’ve said too much. You have unravelled more than you’ve potentially allowed, like a web of facts randomly thrown out and hanging in space, waiting for someone’s finger to trace a line and connect the dots. You were tired. You were lost. You were sitting there and possibly wondering why you’re still talking. (more…)