Andre Gide said that holding onto happiness was like trying to cup water in your hands, an image that has never left me. So perhaps, yes, I was a tad arrogant trying to get through last summer without the use of the usual receptacles.
It seemed fine at first. But looking back, it seems pretty obvious that I’d end up sad and ridiculous, with wet hands cupped together, holding what exactly?
My plan was flawed from the outset. Inevitably, I was always going to be left standing there like an idiot. Very like an idiot. Okay, okay, an actual idiot.