“Martin. Martin, look at me. Look at me and tell me what you see.”
“I see… I see you, Jon.”
(HE LETS OUT AN INCREDULOUS CHUCKLE, THEN ANOTHER. HIS ECHO GOES AWAY.)
“I see you.”
“Martin.”
I have a boyfriend. He works a 9-5, so he sleeps on a regular schedule. He signed off our conversation tonight by saying, "I know you're going to stay up all night writing, so feel free to use my text message inbox as a journal. I want to know what goes on in your mind at night."