She Might Be A Great Person, But

I Keep Thinking About This River Somewhere, With The Water Moving Really Fast. And These Two People In The Water, Trying To Hold Onto Each Other, Holding On As Hard As They Can, But In The End It's Just Too Much. The Current's Too Strong. They've Got To Let Go, Drift Apart. That's How It Is With Us. It's A Shame, Kath, Because We've Loved Each Other All Our Lives. But In The End, We Can't Stay Together Forever.

Memory, I Realize, Can Be An Unreliable Thing; Often It Is Heavily Coloured By The Circumstances In Which One Remembers.

Even The Solitude, I've Actually Grown To Quite Like... I Do Like The Feeling Of Getting Into My Little Car, Knowing For The Next Couple Of Hours I'll Have Only The Roads, The Big Gray Sky And My Daydreams For Company.

When You Become A Parent, Or A Teacher, You Turn Into A Manager Of This Whole System. You Become The Person Controlling The Bubble Of Innocence Around A Child, Regulating It.

I Couldn't Speak Japanese Very Well, Passport Regulations Were Changing, I Felt British And My Future Was In Britain. And It Would Also Make Me Eligible For Literary Awards. But I Still Think I'm Regarded As One Of Their Own In Japan.