I divide my life into two parts. Not really a before and after, more as if they are book ends, holding together flaccid years of empty musings, years of the late adolescent or the twentysomething who’s coat of adulthood simply does not fit. Wandering years I waste no time in recalling.
I look at photographs from those years and my presence is there, in front of the Eiffel Tower maybe, or the Statue of Liberty, or knee deep in sea water, waving and smiling; but these experiences, I now know, were greeted with the dull tint of disinterest that made even rainbows appear grey.
—Sarah Winman - When God Was a Rabbit
