Love

It's the first hot day of spring. Kraków, being quite a pretty city to stroll in, is full of couples holding hands and slobbering all over each other.

What they are neglecting to remember is that over the next five to ten years they'll both become fat, he'll start to lose hair while she starts to gain it, any desire to see each other naked will be totally extinguished, and they'll spend most of their time wondering how on earth to escape from the other's company.

Love is a delusion, caused by physical chemical changes in the body. We cling to it because we mistakenly believe that it will save us from dying alone.

It's all a cruel joke. I intend to re-train as a biochemist, invent an antidote, and empty it into the public water supply...