It's coming to an end. Space begins to shrink. Time begins to reassume importance. You read Barthes and listen to Brel. You drink blanquette at 2 Euros a glass. You walk with the automata. You step out onto a bridge. You're close to falling into the river but faith grabs you by the ankle.
I wore that dress, she says, you pulled it up, remember? You hide under the bridge, pretend to be trolls. A kid comes and asks for a light. You feel surprisingly sad you don't have one to offer him.
You sit outside the cafe. The hailstones bounce off the tables. Later, in the gallery, you fall in love a little with the Sultana. with the gallant officer at Trafalgar, with Mary Magdalene.
You fly home.
