I’d been writing most of the day. You know, hardcore romance about overwhelming immoral, wonderful, sexual, unmarried love and passion. We went to the shops and had a coffee at an outdoor bar. I sipped a cappuccino  – you know me being a modern sophistocrat and all. The waiters were young guys – students I guess. I was sitting with my lover poet man Oscar talking about character development in a novel. Just how much percentage can you give this stuff? It seemed important to me – but most things I want to say seem that way.

From inside the bar came a young man’s pure voice singing Schubert’s Ave Maria. I’m no Christian. I’m not anything at all but I know a neutral non sectarian angel of mother love and joy passed by and filled that young guy’s heart. He passed it on and I was there. I was a conscious being in that moment and I was more than me.

Emma Thinx: Belief outlines. Disbelief defines.