I try, now, to marvel at everything, and it is not hard: I believe very truly that my illness has made me better at looking, and at taking nothing for granted. The world is made up of golden moments such as these, and anything can be transformed into a golden moment if you look with the right and eager eyes. The scrubby, grim little kitchen of a Tiny Flat in the East End can be an absolute paradise, and everything in it tinged with glory, because for this minute we are alive, and looking, and that is as much as anyone can ask for.
