new year

Delilah, on New Year’s Eve.

Delilah: How did you celebrate this castratingly realisational passage of pointless measurement of arbitrary parameters? Did you have a snog and a whisky? Or a cabaret and a spliff? Or, dare I say it, a bottle episode?

Cecily: Bottle episode. Setting: my house. Cast: every Tinder date I’ve met over the past year. Food: fromage. Ending: catastrophic, as preordained.

Two friends, on Moleskine.

Charles: I bought my 2016 Moleskine today. Not sure if you use one.

Cecily: Is that a question you ask a creative polymath who has already desperately sold her soul to fine leather and great marketing many, many times before? Of course I do.

Cecily, on not having new year’s resolutions.

Cecily: I just drink until I’m happy and then compulsively thereafter.

Alexander, on rereading.

Alexander: I just finished my annual rereading of The Unbearable Lightness of Being. This time, it broke my heart more than usual.

Two friends, on magic.

Cecily: Maurice likes you very much. He sends his warmest regards.

Nino: He’s lovely; your true guardian angel. He reminds me of my mother.

Cecily: I knew he’d be special when we first met. I catalysed it. I saw him order a margarita and ordered the same, because I knew that way he’d talk to me. He still thinks it was more serendipity than strategy, but who am I to sap away that rare magic?