I can’t sleep – my brain is churning, cogitating, processing, analysing, digesting.
Who are these people?
What do they look like, where do they live, do they drink tea or coffee, do they smoke, do they have families, do they have an agenda, and if so, what?
I wish they would reveal their secrets more easily, I wish they would pour out their life stories, without me having to reel them in like so many wriggling, writhing salmon.
But on the other hand, pinning these people down – it’s at least half the fun.