Back on the margins

We’re back in our old town, whose size and pace is more suitable for the likes of us; back in the margins where we belong. We’re content. For now, says X. Now we can breathe again. Well you can, says X. We’re getting things done we’ve been meaning to do for years! I say. We’re not lying about in our pyjamas! It’s spring! A little breath of air, X concedes, but don’t be fooled, it’s just the change of scene talking, you felt the same way when we moved away. What did we do all that time we were away, I say, can you remember? Not really, he says. Were we happy? I ask. Were we even alive? Stay calm, he says, you’ll probably feel the same way when we leave this place.