Contemporaneous: Chapters 31 – 32
31. Now that Lana is staying over Sunday unfolds differently, as I wake earlier, then make us breakfast, and we sit together and watch one of the morning breakfast shows. She asks me what I’ve got on for the day, and I tell her my Sunday usuals, such as washing and shopping. I can hear her thinking, wanting to do something together, and sure enough she suggests an afternoon walk to Peggy’s, a café that’s reached through a rural thirty-minute walk down by murky river or other. So that’s the day set. After I see her out for the morning, I shower, throw all my stuff into the washing machine,…
Contemporaneous: Chapters 29 – 30
29. As I drive to visit my mum, what I can identify is that there’s something fundamentally wrong with my thinking. It’d be easy to doubt the reality of my experience with Luca, but it sits there, along with a week’s worth of living, in my memories, the only thing that’s hazy being the train hitting me. But I think I feel even that, muscles aching like they would a couple of days after a workout. I’m not even sure I’m not imagining that, but it’s all so commonplace, no different to any of those ordinary things we do everyday that we assign to them no importance. I don’t know,…