‘If you haven’t ever come out as ‘one thing or another’ you can, in theory, continue to be everything, or nothing, into an indefinite point in the future’.
Scarborough is my home town. It sits on the East coast below Whitby and above Hull. It is splitting apart, literally, falling into the sea.
‘Dithering and hovering’ is what it does, it is on the edge, ‘off and on’. A town that is seasonal, it only functions half of the time, the rest it goes to sleep.
I like to describe the place as a bungee or a sticky magnet - something you try and push away from but at the same time you are always drawn back to. When I am there I want to leave and when I am away I want to be there.
(Cycles and repetitive motions).
(Wanting the opposite to what we have).