We start fights.
We start fights because we are lonely. We eavesdrop on others fights when we have no one else to fight with. We end the night with a bad taste in our mouths no matter what we say. The days when we actually get in fights hollow out the nights that follow them, when the panic that everything has changed overwhelms the fear that nothing has changed, and you are at arms' length and our arms are growing longer. We want to undo everything with these fights, and then when they are fought we wish it could all be put back together. The world does not accommodate these wishes, it does not work this way, this business of entropy, this process of mending and bending again.