December 2010
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'It's Myself That I Wish I Could Get Away From'
JESSE: I know what you mean about wishing that somebody wasn’t there, though. It‘s just, usually, it‘s myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven’t been. I’ve never, uh… had a kiss when I wasn’t one of the kissers. You know, I’ve never, um… gone to the movies, when I wasn’t there in the audience. I’ve never been out bowling, if...
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'Exhausted With My Own Company'
“I dry my hands and pour the water down the sink. I must remember things. I look out of the kitchen window. It has been raining. Tiny beads of rain have been painted on the window pane when I wasn’t looking. It is a fine Impressionists’ rain. Next door’s rowan tree is quite still, not at all flamboyant; it is not the season for flamboyance. I can see Elsa at her kitchen window peeling potatoes....