Adults. Emma Jane Unsworth

to her blog. The most recent post is called ‘Starting Over’. Aha! V. promising! I read, ravenous. Drat, the post is about some recent foray into watercolour. Ah. So disappointing. They’re dreadful paintings, too. And prove nothing. I slide back to her Twitter. There – I find it. Ten weeks ago.

      A picture of them at a barbecue.

      I console myself with the fact that they could have split up within the past ten weeks.

      As I lie waiting to fall asleep I listen to Father John Misty’s I Love You, Honeybear. I wonder whether I will ever love anyone like that.

      Like I love Father John Misty, I mean.

      (I wonder if he’s still with his wife?)