Colm O'Regan: My wife wrote 'traces of pain' - instead of 'paint' - while selling our old headboard
Pic: Roger Kenny
Sometimes you have to just stop and think: isn’t life astounding? The infinite complexity, the multiplicity of things happening at the same time all of which can combine to influence you.
It mightn’t be a butterfly’s wings flapping a thousand miles away. It could just be someone turning left instead of right, or realising they’d forgotten their keys and going back inside the house instead of clipping your wing mirror with their car.
