you know what scares me most?’ he asks. I hesitate for a second, thinking about what to answer, but Joseph doesn’t wait. ‘Myself,’ he continues, ‘what I am. You know that nothingness that fills you up a second after you come? Not with someone you love, just with some girl, or when you have a wank. You know? That’s what scares me, looking into myself and finding nothing there. Not your average nothingness, but the kind that totally does your head in,
