How She Sees Things
I'm here, I'm not here.
There's nothing that I know for sure.
I went to Scotland as a scientist, but had to bring the writer along. She doesn't stay behind anymore, and though it's a difficult combination for me - the basis of persistent anxiety and existential dread - in the end I do like having her there. I like how she sees things.
I wrote more about my first night in Glasgow here.