I think it’s quite fair to say that even after all the meetings we had had and all decisions we had taken, we both, and I think by extinction the whole house, knew that this was inevitable. There simply was too much alcohol, carelessness and attraction to keep us from gravitating towards each other. Now, a few years later, I’m able to look back through the fog of time, unearth some of these scenes and examine them within the context in which they are supposed to be looked at (and not only through that sleep deprived head of those days, which I carried upon my neck as a crown). But I’ll start at the beginning, that is; a suitable beginning. My birth, nor my first day to school, nor my first orgasm are all of little importance to this story. I’ll start after dinner. With the sun sinking through the trees and the wind whispering with fallen leaves across the asphalt. Autumn had arrived, 2019.