Therapy session. The Problem is my current crippling refusal to connect or commit to, well, anything at all: the real world, people, love, sex, sexuality, writing, sensible money management, sorting out my past from my present and future, adulthood.
On the way back, my mind ablaze with reflection, I go Life Shopping.
I buy new bed linen for the first time in 14 years. The previous coverings were bought when I moved to Bristol in 1990.
Then… hair bleach, foundation, vanilla lipgloss.
