The scientists tell us that it’s just a chemical tide, an evolutionary trigger. I don’t doubt it…but it doesn’t feel like that right now.

If there is no such thing as a song, why am I singing?

I am prepared to accept that this buzz is a rush of hormones, that this sudden colour is a simple trick of light…but if this is just genetics – praise the biology. What a wonderful dumb thing this is; how I am starving for surrender.

The truth is irrelevant. Your skin is everything.