We drift apart—not in anger or estrangement, but in the soft, solastalgic erosion of time’s currents, blurred-out by the tides of life. Yet, conversation, when it re-ignites, arrives with an ease, the same default intimacy, the gravity-defying joy of reunion, as if time itself had never been a cruel guess spinning us outward, away from what we should ha…
It Is Like It Never Parted. As in ‘14
