Lonely Hearts · Ref. 0072
Fifty-five. I bought a caravan in March on the understanding that it would be the start of something, and it has not moved from the driveway since, and I now go and sit in it on Sundays with a flask like a man visiting himself in prison. Seeking someone who can reverse a trailer and lie convincingly about the future.
Placed in the edition of 26 September 2026.
This advert has come off the column. Its author, presumably, has not given up.
Two more from this week
- Early forties. I have deleted the app, and I would like that recorded here, in print, in a publication, because saying it out loud in my kitchen to a cat who eats meat in front of me has not been working as a deterrent.Ref. 0079
- I am looking for someone aligned: up at five, matcha before speech, reformer at six, no refined sugar, no seed oils, no complaining about the cold plunge, no opinions during the breathwork.Ref. 0080