I want to. So I go. Goblin boy follows me saying she ruffles my hair - she loves me and I will die. I see the skin pull tight on his face and shoulders. This is what he would look like with a beard.

She lies on her back, eyes closed. She moans. I lie next to her, two fingers inside her. The warmth. The smoothness. She is wet. She pushes her hips upwards, then looks at me. I don't love you, she says, tears in her eyes.

I leave. Become something else. Someone else. But someone recognises me. I bluff my way around this awkward situation. They leave, puzzled. I run away from this town to avoid the puzzled person. I go fishing. I don't catch anything.

In the health-food shop. She is serving someone. My mother. She buys natural peanut butter and offers me some of it on her finger. It doesn't smell right. I make excuses and leave.

I'm hitch-hiking. It might be the Hume. A cattle truck passes me. I could smell it coming. I recognise one of the cows. An awkward silence. The truck pulls up. I climb into the cab. The smell of leather and pine air-freshener. No-one is driving. The other person is just a hitch-hiker too. The cow starts to laugh.