In the dark with the TV on, T's gone to bed so it's not loud enough to drown out the voices in my head. Peretz is here with me, warm & sleepy, he doesn't know anything's wrong, maybe nothing is.

TV's apparently too loud anyway, plaintive cry from upstairs.

Weird mix of stuff in my head, if it were all just scary & dark it would sink into the background with the rest of the scary & dark stuff, there's all sorts of warmth & light, the better to create painful contrasts.

All this & 'Oh Bondage Up Yours' stuck in my head.