A man is being manly with me. He is an alpha male, inviting me in to his group. I mutter and I stutter. I cannot make eye contact, and I should stop staring at his teeth.
The sound of joy and laughter fluttered up from the square below; it was utterly infectious.
I am currently sitting on a plane; a few rows behind me, a woman has been talking loudly since she took her seat. She was probably talking loudly long before that. The problem is that she is terrified of flying.
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who can do things in moderation, with self-control and will-power, and those who actually exist.
The more I travel, the more I realise that there is no such thing as pristine or perfect. Everything is dirty, decaying and rotten.
Why are so many children’s TV characters talking animals?
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