One minute your life is right where you left it, like your keys or your glasses. The next, there's an explosion and you're standing there looking at thousands of tiny pieces of your life in a pile all around you. There's a moment of blank space where you think nothing, nothing at all, and then suddenly a horrible, sickening thought comes to you - this can't be fixed. It's like shattering your granny's favourite vase or realising too late you left your wallet on the subway. The life you had, the one you liked or hated or took for granted, it's gone and it's not coming back and now you have to go out and find a new one. What happened to me isn't anything that doesn't happen to thousands of people, every day. I remind myself of that but to be honest, it doesn't always help. This is my new reality. *************************************************************************** When Mishka's life falls apart she retreats to her family's home on the Adriatic where she starts writing letters telling the strange story of her marriage to famed writer Douglas Coupland. In turns funny, honest and sad, Mishka slowly comes to terms with her situation while contemplating the absurdities of life and what it is to start again.