I got bored, so then I decided to look through my pictures file to see whether there were any I felt inclined to post. A theme emerged: Losing. Here goes:
This is a picture of a butterfly that used to be a routine sight in my garden every summer, but which I haven’t seen at all this year.
This is a picture of somebody who used to talk to me but doesn’t any more.
This is a picture of the man who wrote the music to the film adaptation of a novel written by the great great aunt of the wife who left me to go and live with some other bloke in Bristol, while I pursued an alternative relationship of my own which ended in abject failure.
This is how I dream of ending up.
This is how I expect to end up.