In the end, it all comes down to one of our world’s most abused and vanishing resources: privacy. I happen to believe that romance should be the preserve of the lovers involved and no one else, which means I’ve already sullied my own valentines. Ah well, there’s no sense in preserving them now. Where is that box of matches?
Bio:
Edmontonian Tim Bowling’s twenty-first book, The Lunatic Crusoe: Essays on Solitude, Love, Money and Time, will be published by Wolsak and Wynn in the autumn of this year.