We’re home. There was a point in this, let’s call it ‘adventure’, when I thought we’d never get back again. They all return, those memories that are so painful to carry and revisit, sparked by similar sensations of alienation, being trapped, having to sleep in mean rooms, being lost and helpless. Yes, helpless, that is the thing. The thing. Angels did come. They always do but sometimes that take so long. I will write it out. But not now. Not now.
