A passport, as I'm sure you know, is a document that one shows to government officials whenever one reaches a border between two countries, so that the official can learn who you are, where you were born, and how you look when photographed unflatteringly.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

And then like a song we'd forgotten was even on the mix, you stepped into the house and my whole life.

The key to good eavesdropping is not getting caught.

What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what has transpired - a word which here means 'happened, and made everybody sad'.

You'd think that sweet would be a land far, far away from irritating, but as it turns out they're right next door, and always having border disputes.

I'm sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what's on the inside that counts. This is, of course, utter nonsense, because if it were true then people who were good on this inside would would never have to comb their hair or take a bath, and the whole world would smell even worse than it already does.