And in the act of living communally, we are revealed to each other. I sleep deeply and vigorously, throwing myself about, and by morning hair is scruffy and nesty, and cleavage deeply creased. You discover your super-fit friend's daily vice of early-morning honey toast and milky tea, and this small anomaly charms you. "I have a large drawer full of scarves ... 99 per cent of which I haven't worn for many years. What about these blurry ones or the ones too ugly of me?

Source: New Zealand Herald January 13, 2017 18:00 UTC