What went wrong? Nothing and everything.

Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.

Several months later, and I have finally read one of the three (books), even though I wanted to read all three of them immediately. What happened in between? Other books, is what happened. Other books, other moods, other obligations, other appetites, other reading journeys.

But then, that was the trouble with relationships generally. They had their own temperature and there was no thermostat.

If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.

Life isn't, and has never been, a 2-0 home victory after a fish and chip lunch.

The truth about life was that nothing ever ended until you died, and even then you just left a whole bunch of unresolved narratives behind you.