Memories of an alienating friendship that – sometimes more and sometimes less present – consumes me, bites me with contradictory wishes that leave behind their marks. Bite marks, traces of being misunderstood, of being offended, of worrying and longing – traces of alienation. The alienation in the familiar and in closeness, in friendships in which people constantly struggle to understand each other, or in which people misjudge each other for years, chewing one another up in their lack of understanding.