It's when I'll listen to Leonard Cohen singing a Thousand kisses deep, selling me ambiguous hair-rasing emotions, wrapped in his voice like a moist sushi roll, and I think of my jigsaw puzzle fitted fine, I'll know I'm through with my search.

Not that I'm searching - it just so happens that these beautifully packed pieces magically fall into place. And I get deceived.

On close inspection you can tell the curves are deceptive, and you've been trying to force them to make a pretty picture.

Meh. Let the picture be.

Buy a few jigsaw puzzles and get lost in the options in your spare time. Being lost is a good pastime.