Julia Armfield

I’ve always worked from home, which never bothered me particularly until she went away and forced me into closer proximity with myself.

the look of a person who has let their gaze drop too deep and now can’t seem to retrieve it.

is easier, I think, to consider the fact of us in its many disparate pieces, as opposed to one vast and intractable thing.

Carmen typically speaks about him the way one might refer to a degree: a three-year period one has to endure in order to talk with overbearing authority on exactly one subject.

I want to explain her in a way that would make you love her, but the problem with this is that loving is something we all do alone and through different sets of eyes.

It’s easy to understand why someone might love a person but far more difficult to push yourself down into that understanding,

I would look into the mirror and imagine that only I could be in any sense finite.

I would look into the mirror and imagine that only I could be in any sense finite.

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I would look into the mirror and imagine that only I could be in any sense finite.

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I thought about the day it first occurred to me that, should she die, there would be no one in the world I truly loved. You can, I think, love someone a very long time before you realise this, notice it in the way you note a facial flaw, a speech impediment, some imperfection which, once recognised, can never again be unseen.