The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

I'm just another stupid human.