You were described as ‘as beautiful as the words of the adults seem to the child’s brain’, when you are as plain as anyone who extols all the virtues of a summer’s day. I’d rather permanent rain. You were described as ‘as simple as the words of the child seem to the adult’s brain’, when you are as complex as any number that any number of mathematicians might spend their lives trying to explain.

Hey, sexy, is it murder when you wish and wish for someone to die and they do?

I have discovered which switch switches which lights on, it’s my proudest achievement of the year. An old, old soul, I’m tired of working, I’m tired of sleeping, and being alone is only great in theory. We can drink wine all afternoon, sup it from a tablespoon. I will reject the calls from tiles and taps, doorknobs, the restoration of the forest floor. Its creatures, however sweetly defined, come coarse and lined, their course is lined and signed. I may not travel that road, we will never align.