“Cheer up love, it might never happen”

“It’s like when you have a broken heart. I always think of it as a piece of paper. It can only be folded eight times. Each fold is like the heart closing in on itself – and one more fold after the eight and it will spring open. The thing is, you never know when the origami master will come along. Oh, you have to laugh. The pseudo-philosophy we give ourselves to try and stay sane.

“Cheer up love, it might never happen. Tell me about it.”

– Tracey Emin (2005, 9 Sept), My Life in a Column, The Independent.