The Behaviour of Crumbs

Sitting in the sofa eating toast, savouring the sheer comfort of it as you bite into it; warm buttery goodness hitting your tongue, the crunch filling your ears, crumbs sticking to your lips and yet more crumbs bungee jumping off the plate, descending determinedly into all the places that will annoy you later because you can’t reach properly – the corners of the sofa, the ends of your hair, behind the scatter cushions, beneath your breasts.

Has it ever occurred to you that this is how we are? We bite into life, into the things we want, the people we think we need, and we undo ourselves. Our fragments tumble off into those annoying hidden places that we are only aware of in loneliness, in inebriation, and in the split second before we die.