There's a thousand ways to say you're sorry but not one actually sounds convincing coming from my lips. Each time it comes out you can almost feel the hesitation drawing it back in. It doesn't matter what I did. I accidentally bump someone getting off the train: I'm sorry. I forgot today was our anniversary: I'm sorry. What's the point of even saying it if in both situations the same shallow words are used to express regret? And what then do we say if we don't actually regret our actions? I bumped someone: no harm done. I forgot about the anniversary: work is literally killing me. There's no way that me mumbling out those words makes you feel any better. Unless, of course, it does. In that case I will practice and practice until I get so good that I even convince myself I mean it. [Jackson McHugh]
N/A. Private collection, Sitges.
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