Oisín McKenna

It’s suddenly important to have an opinion.

On every beautiful day, people feel compelled to look out their window and say, ‘It’s very worrying, isn’t it?’ as if it were tasteless to comment on the warm sun and blue sky without remarking on the mass extinction of humans and whales within the same breath.

And suddenly, he’s sad. Overheated, and a little feral.

He doesn’t want to go home. He wants something to happen.

June, as usual, has burst in without warning, and everyone but Ed is making the most of their one life.

How many years does Ed have left? How many more chances?

Lately, each time Ed has said goodbye to a friend, he’s taken to wondering How many hours together do we have left?

what matters is that it’s summer. What matters is that they’re best friends.

Maggie has endless reserves of kindness for any situation.