two's a crowd

decisions. I don't have much more to say really. the apple of my eye, my snowy knight in matte white armour, my appeliefie and I have decided on a trial separation. don't irritate, separate. (and yes I think I might have just ripped-off an old perfume commercial). hence the silence of the past weeks.

It's simple. we spent too much time together. watched sunrises while having a cup of tea; did morning exercises; had a glass of wine with the sunsets; went to work together; did research together. had chatcycles with friends and family all the time. vinkel and koljander we were. searched for recipes together (yes we love jamie); watched an insane amount of movies together and inevitably fell asleep side by side. and the music, don't even get me started on the music.

dusk till dawn. this is how crazy people are born.

things are better now. and for the next few months the world is our oyster, the world is our prawn, but mostly the world is our hypothesis. with baby steps and less electricity we've started mending our yellow brick road. who knows if we'll capture the former pride and glory i miss so much. caring is creepy, says the shins. true that. no giant leaps. baby steps. building nothing, laying bricks.

We must, indeed, all hang together or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately. Benjamin Franklin.