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How to Be a Black Hole
Seven hours before she decided to die, Nora was in free fall and she had no
one to talk to.
Her last hope was her former best friend Izzy, who was over ten thousand
miles away in Australia. And things had dried up bet ween them too.
She took out her phone and sent Izzy a message.
Hi Izzy, long time no chat. Miss you, friend. Would be WONDROUS to
catch up. X
She added another ‘X’ and sent it.
Within a minute, Izzy had seen the message. Nora waited in vain for three
dots to appear.
She passed the cinema, where a new Ryan Bailey film was playing tonight.
A corny cowboy-romcom called Last Chance Saloon.
Ryan Bailey’s face seemed to always know deep and significant things.
Nora had loved him ever since she’d watched him play a brooding Plato in
e Athenians on T V, and since he’d said in an inter view that he’d studied
philosophy. She’d imagined them having deep conversations about Henr y
David oreau through a veil of steam in his West Hollywood hot tub.
‘Go confidently in the direction of your dreams,’ oreau had said. ‘Live
the life you’ve imagined.’
oreau had been her favourite philosopher to study. But who seriously
goes confidently in the direction of their dreams? Well, apart from oreau.
He’d gone and lived in the woods, with no contact from the outside world, to
just sit there and write and chop wood and fish. But life was probably
simpler two centuries ago in Concord, Massachusetts, than modern life in
Bedford, Bedfordshire.
