Man, the minute it is safe to travel again, I am going to fucking Paris and renting an apartment where I will take up a series of vices and read paperback books and wear all black and fall in with a mysterious man who will treat me poorly.

I am currently wandering around my apartment with a pink knit blanket draped over my shoulders like a Mavis Gallant character and belting "Je suis malade" so that's where I'm at in my life. I am going to go listen to Chopin and experience malaise while looking out my window.

I don’t have a SoundCloud. Please buy my novel so I can buy a mustard yellow wool sweater to wear in Paris. https://dauntbookspublishing.co.uk/book/real-life/