This rainy Spring evening has reminded me of one of my most strangely enduring memories. A Saturday afternoon lying on my bed watching “Le Temps Qui Reste” (“Time To Leave”). I was single at the time and remember having that sometimes painful, sometimes liberating feeling that no-one else in the world knew quite where I was or what I was doing at that moment. As this ending faded out on the screen I stared out of the window and watched the rain fall in the garden. It was pretty emo yet I was profoundly happy.

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