There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.

...I want to grab her collarbones as if they were handlebars.

I would never say snog. I would say osculate." She looks at me as if to say: why do you exist?

I spin around on the swivel chair and look up at the ceiling; Oliver being Oliver being Oliver being Oliver. I am suddenly aware of the separation between my-actual-self and myself-as-seen-by-others. Who would win in an arm wrestle? Who is better-looking? Who has the higher IQ?

Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there's no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing's wrong.

I was camped at the same site as her: Broughton Farm. She came over to my tent and showed me her blisters. She asked me whether I knew the reason why a blister can keep on producing fluid ad infinitum. I said that I had always wondered the same thing about mucus. One of the reasons we are together is because we have similar interests.

Anger does not come easy to me. It is something I have to encourage, like a greyhound in second place.