Jonás said he broke up with his ex because she didn’t like him not having an office job. ‘But you teach, you’re doing a research project at the university, doesn’t that count?’ ‘It wasn’t really about the office,’ he went on. ‘It was her way of implying she wanted to be with a different sort of person.’

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?

In the first months of our relationship, I was plagued by the idea that they might get back together. That she might turn up again, that he might want her back. I had no basis for thinking it, I just didn’t want things with Jonás to end. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever got on so well with anyone. You could say that, as well as the sex, I’ve discovered a good friend. I don’t know if one is more important than the other. I don’t think so.

I like you so much, Jonás, that if you give me the first letter of your name I’ll do a magic trick. Pass it over; I’m going to shrink the first letter of your name. Look. A small letter in the world of capitals, and yet it’s still a capital. In small caps, a capital letter the same size as the small letters – a dwarf letter?

It’s five in the morning. I’ve just come back from Tepepunk and Nina’s. They’ve been awarded a residency in Tokyo and we were celebrating. We started in a cantina. Now I’m wasted. We were drinking mezcal. Damn mezcal, that cursed happiness. I want to whisper in your ear that I love you. I don’t want to go to sleep. I’ll give you a letter of the alphabet. Whichever one you want. Kiss me. I love you, choose any letter you like: dkrisncpolñsmciryaxnlñpqoesj.

I’ve realised that the ideal notebook, like a 7-Eleven, never closes its doors.

I’ve also realised that when I talk about you, the things I write are like a craft project. I could write this with glue and alphabet pasta. Will it be long before you come back? I hope not. I hope the whale lets you go soon, my Jonah, because I miss you. I’ll say it with blue glitter.

Jonás and I are about the same height. Our notebooks are the same size. This makes it easier for the notebooks to have sex.

Tall people who need made-to-measure clothes. Fat people who need double seats. Neurotic people who need positions of power. Stupid people who need someone even more stupid next to them. Insecure people who need the approval of strangers. Loyal people surrounded by traitors. People who don’t fit, people who live on another scale.