QUOTE : Michael's reply, when it came, wasn't unfriendly. It was toneless. It was like it was done with mirrors, I remember thinking, or realizing, during one of those walks, offering no advance on an image of my own angst, sort of trapped there. 'Sounds like things are going pretty great with you!!' he'd written. I shrank at that. Still, being abroad, at least, being out of it somehow, I found it was possible to feel less implicated. Less accounted for. And finally, climbing the stairs one evening, hanging my bag on a chair: unaccounted for.