In a way, it feels ridiculous to be standing there in the dark, crying over a dog

It was August in New York when my mother rang. I was busy but I was always busy when I lived in New York.

There was always someone to see, some new bar to check out, some deadline to meet, some highly strung celebrity to cajole into wearing an outfit both of us knew looked ridiculous.

Busyness was like oxygen, people couldn’t survive in that city without either.