"I think I got into travelling because it was so not in my blood, so against my tendency to just stay put because my dad just hated going on holidays, ...

The perfect life, the perfect lie, I realised after Christmas, is one which prevents you from doing that which you would ideally have done (painted, say, or written unpublishable poetry) but which, in fact, you have no wish to do.
The perfect life, the perfect lie, I realised after Christmas, is one which prevents you from doing ...
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