a sharp intake of breath, it’s escaped you just take a minute and think about it this our misinterpreted pitch blurted out, regurgitated let’s take the minutes, don’t miss a thread what matters is the delivery not how we unpick it in the end it’s clear, isn’t it? a state left wanting and over exposed an all too familiar feeling meaning disassembled, unravelled, transposed it’s clear, isn’t it?














