The Life Impossible

by Matt Haig

I stared down at the grass, suddenly shining and bright. When you grieve someone you see their message in everything. Even in the sunlight on a blade of grass. The whole world becomes their translator.

had a faint sense of something I used to have when I travelled when I was younger. It’s a silly feeling but I will share it in case you have ever had it too. The feeling is that of the whole world happening. It squares – no, cubes – no, quartics – the now. What I mean is that travel tesseracts experience. It explodes it to the fourth dimension. And it becomes dizzying to realise how many nows are happening all at once.

Someone once told me the way to die happy is to die complete. To live like you eat a delicious meal. To devour and enjoy every course so that when you have finished you are full, and enjoyed every mouthful, but aren’t too sad there is no more.