there is a lost fly in my room which has been hanging around forlornly near the dining table window for the last couple of days. i keep forgetting it is there so i never remember to let it out. it has been throwing itself against the glass of the window over and over tonight, buzzing urgently with impatience? desperation? confusion?
whatever it is, it has retired from trying to free itself and has come to perch quietly on andreas’s lampshade above the bed, where i am. i am skeptical about the hygiene of this new friend, but am too tired to try and chase it out now.
misery loves company, they say. at least one living creature in this room feels some measure of comfort.