“This is where the end begins, here in the fluorescence of a supermarket petrol station on the fifth day of a bad week. I could not imagine a more mundane place for a story to start but it is always from here that I choose to begin. I don’t know why... Perhaps I find comfort in the illusion of safety its buzzing brightness cast about. Perhaps it’s just through honour for the last few moments of a shared humanity. Either way, in my mind, this is where it begins.   I”