After yet another break up, a depressed writer is drawn back to London, only to find that his self-destructive tendencies are a little harder to leave behind.

-Your problem is you're more like an empty book, and you're waiting on someone else to write your pages for you. For someone who doesn't believe in fate, destiny and all that shit, you spend a lot of time waiting for something to happen to you.-

A return to London brings slight reprieve from a break up, and narrator Cal finds refuge in meaningless jobs, temporary relationships and a disconnected life where...