Aindreas  (25/180/74)

“You see someone, but you don’t really see him, he’s in the wings. Or you notice him, but nothing clicks, nothing ‘catches,’ and before you’re even aware of a presence, or of something troubling you, the six weeks that were offered you have almost p***ed and he’s either already gone or just about to leave, and you’re basically scrambling to come to terms with something, which, unbeknownst to you, has been brewing for weeks under your very nose and bears all the symptoms of what you’re forced to call I want.”