Remote
I feel bad for not having the finger on the pulse of my good friends’ lives as much as I should. I’ve been barely aware of some pretty major stuff until way after it happened. When you’re separated by miles and miles, life just tails off in different directions and there’s nothing that can be done about it. And it’s not so bad, usually, ‘cos when you’re back in proximity, you pick up where you left off. Maybe after a while, though, there’s just too much distance to face. The trick must be not letting it get to that point. To be remote and not to be remote, just like that, and yes the line drops from time to time, but the cord mustn’t break.
