you don´t want to hear about my new formula for mixing garlic, prawns and mayo, or the cold softness of eating chilly kiwis from the fridge. I stay up too long, something postpones my sleep. My universe is made up of duvets, being broke and out of work these days. My only pleasure is inventing dinners and finding new books in the shelves.
But I just wanted to say; go read "If nobody speaks of remarkable things" by Jon Mcgregor.