Prologue: A Whispered Conversation
It’s not you. It’s me.
*Confident, bordering on aggressive* Oh, we all know.
I’ve been struggling to connect. I feel like I can’t commit.
We knew there was something wrong, there were too many… others.
They didn’t make me happy, either.
No, it was never us. None of us. Being in a different room with someone else wasn’t going to solve that.
*Me, doing a Carrie Fisher voice* You’re right, you’re right, I know you’re right.
*The Ghost of the real Carrie Fisher leans forward conspiratorially* But I came closest… right?
That conversation was me talking to the stack of books on my ‘Books I read in April’ pile, which is different to all the other piles of books in my house, because I at least have the intention to tidy it away in the next few days.
Part One – In which our narrator reveals The Theme