The actual world had asked something of him. But he lived in the true world and had failed to answer the call.
βDo you want the rest of the seal,β he asked? βOr can I finish it?β
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys.
It was the morning of 6th July, 2012. I was hungover but happy. I had no smartphone in those days so, happily unaware of the tyranny of Google Maps, I strolled aimlessly along Parisian boulevards, going where whim and fancy took me. To my left, I saw a small street,