Unbearably Light
I do not think that word means what you think it means.



The left hand corner of the bathroom door is our newest enemy and friend. It knows not what it does but should be more careful, for few pains are as visceral as a stubbed toe at 4am jolting us out of the vague half sleep we fought so much to achieve. Everything breaks down in that one second and flows into a messy sea of panic and loss. It’s that second that we realise that no, this is not right, and no, we are not happy here. But we also somehow know in that second that the next will be tinged with relief, an expectation and a solid reminder that while we are here, we can change it all. We can stand up and scream that no, this is not right and no, we will not give in to doors.


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