So what was life like before you? I reply that I can hardly recall and that much is true - because those days are gone and forgotten about, left behind in another room, another world.

But then I stumble upon something - a glimpse into a past life and in part, find the answers I thought I didn't have.

And I realise that life before you was sad, bitter and most definitely riddled with complexity. I don't know how I got myself tangled into so many webs and how I managed to pry myself from their sticky yarn. Perhaps hindsight offers the best insight and at the time, I simply accepted the difficulties with a grain of salt and told myself: this is the way it is and has to be, though you have clearly shown me that neither of those supposed axioms are true, nor should they be accepted.

"It's the body that speaks, when you run out of words.
But you have to be genuinely wordless. You have to fall out of your certainties and stories, out of the comfortables you inhabit. You have to - what? Surrender? Let go? Give in? None of those fit, with their undertones of submission. It's more like taking flight - before you know you can fly.

Anyways, I'm sorry.

These days, there are too many chess pieces on this goddamn board."

2007 was a different world.