You know what, it took till this weekend to break me. I want to perform again. I want to be at EP. I want to he sitting with people I see once a year at 4am at salty dog and talk to them like they're my fucking siblings.

I want to be lugging gear hungover and sweating across fields. I want an argument with someone in a high vis. I want to see Raven again in the Bog Cottage. I want to lose my phone and find it again in my pocket.

I want to see you and I want to give you a damp hug. I want a deep convo coming down in the shower queues at 12pm. I want hungover curry. I want a weird conversation with a famous person in the vip tent, robbing copius amounts of coconut water.