I just got home from having lunch with my brother - I had a look around his apartment, and we went down to a local cafe for some lunch and a chat. This is something of an event - I think this is the first time in twenty-six years I've actually sat and just talked to my brother about "stuff". I remember when he phoned to wish me Happy Birthday this month, once he'd done his duty, we were both at something of a loss for conversation because we've never really talked.

It's strange, because as brothers go we've always been really close. But we've always related as brothers, not as people.

And it wasn't inconsequential stuff either - some really deep subjects were broached, things about fathers, and the way we're both way too competitive. Pretty deep, even if the most deep stuff was only communicated in subtext.

All in all, I feel a little weirded out by the experience. Happy, I've always loved my brother, and it's strange that we've not really communicated for so long, but still weirded.