“Something in a fragile state always seems more beautiful because you realise that they might not be there tomorrow.”

Dear [REDACTED], 

I want to apologise for the scene that I made at The Rose last Friday.   

I am writing this letter at the recommendation of Dr Celine Bertuch (my Freudian psychoanalyst).  

For the past week, I’ve had a recurring dream where I find you alone in the Quad General Lecture Theatre (K2.05). Only, when I sit beside you, the scenery changes – the wooden pews turn into the firm, purple leather seats of a V Set Intercity Train. You turn to speak, but when you do, your voice is Dr Bertuch’s (she finds this detail quite fascinating).