By Nick Earls
Date: 24 January 2001

Zigzag Street

Tonight I'm angry with Anna Hiller. Tonight it's easier to deal with if it's all her fault. And then it's not her fault, and I don't blame her. I just miss her.

So have I made no progress at all? On nights like this it seems more a descent into madness than any kind of progress. I should be okay now. I really should. I should be okay not in a relationship. I shouldn't fall apart. And this does seem like falling apart.

I have friends, good friends, a job, blah, blah, blah, blah. Not to mention food, shelter, clothing and the consistent and reliable absence of torture. I can make a list that says that I am better off than ninety percent of the world's population, but that's all meaningless. It doesn't help. It only misunderstands happiness.
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