Last time I watched the sun set I was sitting by a pool in Bali with Mathilde, listening to her talk about love. Then I paused for a moment, and stared at the sky and the sea.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
I could barely speak. "I don't know . . . Nothing. I'm not thinking about anything." And I wasn't. I wasn't thinking. I was feeling. Feeling an overwhelm of contradictions in me. This moment—with all its surrounding beauty, came with it, a sense of longing. Something was missing. And as grateful as I was for everything in front of me, I realised there would always be a little piece of empty.

—Perth, WA, 2 December 2016