Talk to Papa. Eat your vegetables. Phone Ned when he's in London. Pay attention to the world. Say yes when someone asks you to bake a cake. Make grand gestures. Be bold.

Геометрия пространства-времени обусловлена воздействием силы тяготения. А геометрия разбитого сердца походит на сломанные часы - время останавливается.

This is where Grey slept. In twenty-four hours, Thomas is going to erase his dreams.

But perhaps it's that Grey is dead. It still feels like the moon fell out of the sky.

This is what it means to love someone. This is what it means to grieve someone. It’s a little bit like a black hole. It’s a little bit like infinity.

Everyone says you have to be super-precise to bake - like your extra-credit thing, the time-travel project. One calculation out of place and the whole thing would go wrong, right? It's hogwash! Look at this - bit of eggshell in there, scoop it out with a finger, what the hell. Too much flour, forget the butter, drop the pan - it doesn't matter how many mistakes you make, it mostly turns out OK. And when it doesn't, you cover it with icing.

After nearly a year of mourning, I feel like the Victorians when Edison came along- all those years in the darkness, and then electric light. I've got the earth between my toes.

But I like sleepy. I like nothing-ever-happens. I buy the same chocolate bar from the same shop every day, next to our village pond with its minimalist duck population of three, and then I check the Holksea village newsletter with no news in it. It’s comforting. I can wrap my whole life up in a blanket.