Checking Out

by Nick Spalding

I am British, however, so I do the only thing I possibly can at a moment such as this. I go home and put the kettle on.

Kitchens always seem to be the place where both good and bad news are generally imparted, have you ever noticed that? Must be something to do with being in such close proximity to the teabags.

Being different may sound like a great thing when you’re a fully grown adult who wants to be interesting at dinner parties, but it’s an awful thing when you’re small.

I’ve stopped worrying so much about what’s going to happen or what has already happened and I’m thinking more and more about what is. Right now. In front of me. And what’s in front of me is life.

Because that’s all I have. That’s all any of us have. Moments. Moments captured between a void.