Doorstep is a jumble of debris: clay, straw, twigs. Some moments pass before I notice three baby house martins among the mess, a couple of days old, dead. An almost imperceptible motion - one of the babies is moving.
Take out a blank sheet of paper or open up a word processor where you can type (I prefer the latter because it’s faster). Write at the top, “What is my true purpose in life?” Write an answer (any answer) that pops into your head. It doesn’t ha