My friends are always conscious of what people think of them. As though life is something that has an audience.

He was already fading. I knew that it wouldn't be long until he was just a vague image, however much I tried to cling onto his memory.

The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.

He was one of those people who completely changes when they smile. Like the sun had come out.

Just for a moment, amid all the bad stuff, this was a happy place again.