When they were together they were as close as people can be. Their cheeks would press against each other. He would kiss her on the lips, touch her face, pull her body close to his and let her feel his heart beat. All he would need to do for her to hear him was whisper. His face would be right next to hers, his mouth would

He’d read and been read books about poor people. Many times these stories took place in times long ago when poor didn’t mean you drove a lousy car, but that you had nothing but a few rags on your body and just a cup of hot dirty water to feed your family. These stories seemed to hopeless and dark, colourless. They were in grainy grays with

The night was cool and there was a moist layer on the cars. He left the rehearsal space with nothing but his thoughts falling, stumbling and echoing around in his mind. They hit concrete floors in empty rooms, rattling their way into corners. Try as he might to catch the thoughts as they fell, he was unable. They were unpredictable and fragmented. They bounced around higgledy-piggledy

As he looked back at when she had come into his life, when she had entered his stage, he thought of her as the spring. Even then, he had been filled with the feeling of something new, something coming alive. Remembering the feelings he had when she started to fill his life with her sun shining, clear skied presence, only confirmed this. He felt alive again,

On a Sunday afternoon, she would sit in her comfortable armchair reading the encyclopaedia. He didn’t know anyone else who would find it so interesting to leaf through pages of everything. He could argue that it was directionless and overwhelming, but that might be being petty. She would wear her glasses. He loved when she wore her glasses, she looked so incredibly cute with them on.

That morning they woke up to a wet floor beneath a leaking roof. The dripping water had been weakening the ceiling’s drywall for some time and now had broken through bringing its stream, along with pieces of gypsum and paper, onto the floor. The rain was still falling outside and now inside. As soon as they noticed the puddle, him by slipping in it, her by

He loved steam. He was fascinated by it. There was a magic to something that was so mysterious. Yes, he could read the science books and try to understand the process that turned water into vapour, but he’d still be amazed by it when it did. Steam was a transformation, a new face of something so faceless. Steam gave water some darkness and personality. It gave

As she came in the door from her day at work and his gaze fell on her, he sneezed. He was thrown into a fit of sneezing. It was right when she appeared to him, his nose tickled for a split second and then the explosion of sneezes. He had a hard time catching his breath between the shotgun-like firing of his face. “You’re allergic to

Mornings were an enemy to him. If he woke up naturally at 8am or 10am, there wasn’t a problem, but that was rarely an option. He loved sleeping beside her, having her with him in his bed, but in the mornings he hated being woken up by her. She was the best possible person to wake him up as she climbed over him and rustled out

Listening to music whilst driving was one of the only times he actually listened to music. He didn’t find himself presented with the opportunity in his daily comings and goings to put on an album and enjoy it. Driving was perfect for music because he really had nothing else to do. The other great thing was the isolation. He was alone in his car, an island,