I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

We make patterns, we share moments.

The shops in High Street still have their metal grilles down, blank-eyed and sleeping. My name is scrawled across them all. I'm outside Ajay's newsagent's. I'm on the expensive shutters of the health food store. I'm massive on Handie's furniture shop, King's Chicken Joint and the Barbecue Cafe. I thread the pavement outside the bank and all the way to Mothercare. I've possessed the road and am a glistening circle at the roundabout.

Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.