His feet leave their mark on the soft sand as I wait, frozen still. Every move is a dangerous dance of the unknown, and I can’t seem to bring myself to move a toe in the wake of his arrival. My eyes stare, rapt with attention, as a dull ache begins to blossom behind my brow.

It should be impossible but there he walks through the surf I thought sure he’d forgotten. My lungs feel close to collapse as I try to make sense of the sight of Theseus, returning to my side.

For days I’ve wept and yelled

The little monitor light flickers. Again, again, again, like the rhythmic beat of Bon Iver which trips through your headphones. You’re tired, it’s late, and you can’t stop thinking about that email you’re fairly sure you forgot to send.

Scratch that. Entirely certain that you did not send.

You sigh, sit, and rub hand over eye as you press the button again. Off and on, like clockwork. Whenever there’s a problem, you turn it off and on again. Wouldn’t it be great if that same principle applied t