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An avalanche has started where she is. She is caught up in an avalanche.

It is over. From now on it is a question of getting through it. Exist in it and survive. Rest, at times she finds it impossible to get up. Trust those who say that it will pass. It is impossible to believe, but some people …

This is the end. There is no mistaking it. But I’m not going to milk it, wallow in it, it bores me already, it seems so infantile, so banal, that even the pain it caused seems infantile, banal, embarrassing, a source of shame; with the little bit of common sense still active in her brain Ida realis…

Who doesn’t want an adventure? Familiarity is all well and good, but predictable and humdrum in the long run. Who doesn’t dream about a life with no bills, no laundry, no mortgages or kids? Arnold does! A purely erotic space with a postgraduate or an undergraduate who admires him, her tutor, her pr…

A wagtail lives behind her garden wall. It flies around, constantly busy, but they never see another one, no mate, no chicks.

‘A divorced wagtail,’ Arnold says and tilts his head. ‘Poor thing. Never leave me. I’ll kill you. I’ll kill myself!’

No matter how open he pretends to be, he is never …

[...] He can come with any woman and it will feel pretty much the same, she already knows that. It is like that for everyone, she already knows that too. Except it is not like that for Ida, but she doesn’t say so. No one must know what it is like for her. He must not know how alone she is. They dri…