Walking was something I had an interest in, but it made it difficult to stay in the same place, which I also had an interest in. It did enable me to meet people who shared my interest in staying in the same place. Unfortunately, we couldn't agree on where that place should be. Some places were close enough for us to communicate by shouting. I never needed to communicate with the people I was close to, apart from when I had to shout at them.
   Language is the adhesive that sticks me to the world and sometimes in the silence I float away. When I was four I found the words 'Fall in a hole'. I used them to build the phrase 'Fall in a hole, y' ding'. I used the phrase at every possible opportunity. These words stuck me to the world but they kept other people away. I needed a phrase that was like fly-paper, so other people would stick to me. The phrase I chose was 'Will you marry me?'. I said it 327 times before someone said 'yes'. I had to say it another 151 times before another woman said 'yes'. But we never got married. She left me just before the wedding. We didn't make it as far as the altar, but we had written our own marriage vows. Hers sounded more like a job description. I didn't mind that, but she definitely had a part-time job in mind. I'd have married her if it was a cleaning job.
   I was alone again. I went back to the woman who had first said 'yes', and she was still alone too. I don't know if we'll ever get married, but we've been standing within shouting distance of each other for a few hours every evening, and we both enjoy it, so that bodes well for a successful marriage.