Bond

Last summer, I met a man I’d given a tantric massage to once, over a decade ago. Meeting in an art gallery, we talked about colour and dead bodies as we wandered around paintings inspired by Monet. Later, en route to a cafe, he briefly told me of the impact of our first meeting on his life. I hugged him in the street. We simply don’t know the impact, or bonds, that form in the unlikeliest of places.