For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?
Why didn’t you stay?’ she has whispered against the unyielding stone. Why didn’t you stay? She pressed the berry against her lips. Why didn’t I ask you just one more time to stay.
This is the worst of our ways of remembering – this tendency to prod the crust of anecdote in the hope of releasing a gush of piping-hot symbolism.
Character is just an invention, but it’s an invention that serves as both reason and justification for our behaviour. – Broken Verses.
My ex calls the ochre winter ‘autumn’ as we queue to hear dock boys play jazz fugues in velvet dark. – Broken Verses.
We never actually have serious conversations about anything for more than 20 seconds. So there’s a beautiful superficiality to our relationship which sometimes gets covered up by all the genuine affection flowing back and forth.
If we had more reliable systems of law and governance perhaps our friendship would be shallower.
Don’t, please, don’t disappear.
There is no mystery – that’s the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.
If I wasn’t me, you wouldn’t be you.