First the ring, and then in the space of 1 week, two of the black rubber bands I wear around my wrist for no particular reason snapped. If each symbolised a relationship, I cannot identify which one is it that still remains, because I have effectively sequestered myself from any social contact other than rehearsals and teaching.
Soon I'll make my way to buy some more, to replace the broken. (Not because they symbolise any particular relationship that I desire to reinstate; purely for aesthetic reasons.)
Hypothetically, if each did represent a relationship, finding more bands would mean reconnecting with the lost other, or building other new relationships. ('Relationship' as used here is to be understood in the generic sense i.e. platonic and/or otherwise.)
However, currently, all the battery juices have run out, and I cannot gather up enough energy to meet you or you or you. As much as I want to. And the unreplied smses accumulate at the back of my mind, but any sort of reply would sound too curt and dismissive - and so I turn off my phone and pretend I don't exist.
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