It was almost as good as the truth.
Almost, but there was an aftertaste
In time, though, he became used to it
after all, the truth's so hard to come by
28 July 1989
Living the lie. How many of us do that or have done that at some point in our lives? We step through the routine of a normal life, a happy life. Often we don’t know we’re even doing it because we’ve not been paying attention. We say words and think that’s talking. One day F. was the most important person in my life and then one day—maybe it was in July 1989, who knows?—she wasn’t. When did that happen? How did that happen? But we cope, we make do, we offer up excuses and get on with it because getting out of it would be so much harder and who’s to say what we got into next time wouldn’t go sour every bit as easily?