and that’s why they are fragile…

~ on voices, voids & velvety darkness

At the weekend, for the first time in three years, I spent the evening at home alone while my partner was out. (Alone is an interesting concept when you have a child: of course my wee one was there with me but when I finally got him to sleep there was me and only me for almost three hours.)

It had come as total surprise. I was hoping to try to go, still, to the Lisa O’Neill gig but my friend couldn’t make it, so my love went instead of me with my ticket. I’d had such a quietly transformative week and it felt quite special and important to have some quiet alone time to process it a little.

For a number of years now I’ve been