“And on that night, when all he’s ever known in the past couple of years started to break apart, he did not try so desperately to keep her muse. He didn’t need to. He also did not soak up in bottles of rum. Instead, he went home. He went home and painted. Because before any of this has ever happened, he was a painter.”

“And on that night, when all he’s ever known in the past couple of years started to break apart, he did not try so desperately to keep her muse. He didn’t need to. He also did not soak up in bottles of rum. Instead, he went home. He went home and painted. Because before any of this has ever happened, he was a painter.”

— Ali Smith