Status Updates From Self-Portrait in Green

'In our joy at seeing each other again, our cheekbones bump painfully.'

'Before going on my way, I pull three leaves off the lilac and slip them into the pocket of my shorts. That might come in handy, I tell myself, though for the moment I have no idea what's awaiting me.'

I’ve had a run of really intense literary books, I’m about to read the biggest pile of steaming rot after this, believe you me.