Life

You’re nobody till somebody loves you, the man crooned. Then somebody loves you, and the difference is that you no longer have black marks under your eyes that are so dark and big, people think you’re wearing bad make-up, and instead you get laid every night and there’s a hot meal waiting on the table. Then the big bad wolf eats the sun, angels don’t show up and Darwin is proven right, you die and you’re nobody again. Why bother, then?