‘All I ever wanted was to be loved, and now you’ve shown me that to be loved is to be broken. What is inside me?’ Someone had once said there were flowers, within him, but his fingers had only found the smooth, wet tissue of organs beneath flesh. Could it be he was made up of both beautiful and horrible things? Maybe it was something that couldn’t be explained, something unknown, something like God. ‘Maybe there is a little bit of God, inside me.'
