“My mum used to dream of having a little cottage nearby with a view of the sea.” “Did she ever get it?” “She did, as a matter of fact. It was one of the first things I bought her.” I wanted to buy her the moon and the stars and a palace. But she just wanted that little cottage with a garden where she could grow old peacefully, with an eye toward the sea and plenty of constellations. I think of her there, imagining an old guitar hanging on a wall, mostly collecting dust these days.
