You never imagine you’ve used up all your life’s eyes-before-a-kiss moments. Very occasionally I feel a theatrical stab in my heart, I don’t want to live if they’re all gone.

Waiting for your real life to begin. Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize that when it’s too late.

‘I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t know why I did, only I’d been waiting all my life for something to happen that would change me, and it never did.

I understand the gravity of a train from the empty space and afterbirth air I encounter when I run down to the platform twenty seconds too late. It is the same with all things of such weight – to know them best when you have just missed them.