Again

Six years, and the café is a phone shop now, and the radiator is presumably in a landfill somewhere still holding its heat for a table that is not there.

I saw him on a platform at Piccadilly. He was older in the way we are all older — not worse, just further along. He was carrying an umbrella.

I had about four seconds and I used three of them deciding, which is how I have used most of the seconds of my life.