Happiness is elusive and when it shows up it’s peculiar – that quirky friend of yours you always want to get together with but (dammit!) she’s so hard to pin down. When she finally appears – you were just about to leave – it doesn’t matter if dinner’s slow, if your nose is runny – everything makes you want to laugh and say, isn’t that absurd?
Why am I happy? Because my muscle shirt matches exactly the purple upholstery of Singapore Airlines. My hair is chopped short and my muscles are bulging. It’s all a little obvious and overdone. I’m a soldier in the international sex army. (By now have I acquired rank?) Call us! We’ll solve your conflicts!