I live at 44° 24′N but my imaginary world is somewhere between 2° 47′N and 43° 39′N. I am happily engaged in a continuing struggle, with a worthy opponent, for control in a marriage that defines who I believe I am.
My past is littered with bad decisions and selfish choices. I own them; they’re mine because I have paid dearly for them. I’m easily pleased by simple moments and sincere gestures. To paraphrase an obscure, red-haired, philosopher: I live the life I love, nobody else has to like it.