...beep ...beep ...beeeeep...

you know that bit at the end of the (relatively) recent animated version of Ted Hughes' story The Iron Giant, when the scattered pieces of the giant are emitting beeps and flashes of light, and gradually dragging themselves towards the North Pole, where they'll rendezvous and recombine? well, that's how my life feels at the moment. i've secured a new job, and that knowledge fills me with a sense of liberation, a sense that i can start to get back to being myself. the last three years, i realise, have been a waste of energy. but my scattered wits have ceased flying apart, and feel like they're pausing, poised at their terminal points, and are now ready to collapse back into the centre. that feels nice.

...beep... ...beep... ...beep...