The End of Everything

They had seemed at first like neither a thing nor a picture of a thing: they seemed to be extruded from a space that wasn’t quite in the world. In that, she shared the situation of around eight billion other human beings on the planet. The front door now opened directly from an enclosure of raked pebbles and sea kale – its original Japanese sensibilities blurred off by growths of nobilis and cape daisy – into a space a little too big to be domestic but rather too small to be anything else. When she has finally settled in the passenger seat, she sometimes won’t leave it at the other end of the journey.