Depression comes in bouts. Like boxing. Dad is in the blue corner.

I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.

I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.

Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous.

After that, we had a short conversation about how your body can sometimes seem totally separate. She said her body can feel like a distant bureaucracy controlled by telegrams from her brain, and I said my body is sometimes like that of Mario Mario, being controlled with a Nintendo joypad. Mario's surname is Mario.

To us and a wonderful evening of love making.

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.