She’s not coming. I realise this every night at this time, wake up knowing it every morning before convincing myself, as I go through the motions of life that are not life, that I’m mistaken. Today. Today, it will be different. Tomorrow I’ll wake up
Well, I feel terrible about it now, obviously. I don’t know what came over me. I suppose everything just built up over the years. We started on the same day, you know, over 20 years ago. It’s a long time to spend at the same
I remember when I was younger I was fascinated by archaeology. I was fascinated with the ruins of once great civilisations. I’d always wondered how they’d got that way. How those towns and cities went from being bustling, inhabited places, full of life and people,
“I can make everything better, now, I promise. I know what I did wrong.” “I don’t want to hear it.” “But… but I can change. Honest. I’ll always remember to put the toilet seat back down.” “You putting the toilet seat down isn’t the issue.”
You’re not supposed to ask what’s on the other side of the fence. It’s the rule. When we first got here, I don’t know how long ago, the fences were all grey. We worked, we walked around the outside for exercise, we ate, we slept.