We talked about the holiday, and how special it had been. “Travel is the only cure I’ve found for pettiness” she said, “Away from people I can love them once again. You are the only exception to that rule” “Away from you” I said, “Life is without sunlight, and surely that must be impossible” “You are impossible” she countered, lightening the mood and I replied, “And you are merely difficult”. “Of course” she said, “Excellence will always be a prima donna”
“And the mirror in which it studies its image will always be reflective” I replied. Again we laughed, because we had this banter all the time. Two people lost in some bubble, free to explore the whimsies of life in a place secret to ourselves and free of daily anxiety: shielded from life’s enquiry by our own unworldly conspiracy.