You’ll think one day you can build your own house or home or at least own one but you don’t understand economics how you’d need to and the bank aren’t offering money and your income’s not steady and won’t be and it’s hard comprehending stories from people who built houses in their twenties, when buying shorts from Topshop now is a pretty thick consideration. Your wage will likely stay the same, and when you’re forty you’ll wonder what it’s like to walk into any store and spend cash without converting it in your head first, dividing it up into housekeeping, rent, electricity, water, gas, petrol or bus tickets, probably bus tickets if you’re honest and you can live out the next ten years knowing that some things don’t change, are exactly the same, are degenerating slowly but not quickly enough to cause alarm. No sudden drop in interest like with this season’s House, this year’s The Office. There will be ticking, constants. You’ll clock the back of a person’s head, think, “In 2006, I saw him and he had more hair,” and you’ll wonder what happened to Jack, whether he had an interesting fate, a plotted one, if he could keep alive in any climate, or if, inevitably, he died. You learnt of survival from Liam Neeson.