Each human life has its own propensity to illumination.
---J.B

The way you find a book is also a part of the history of that book. And people? How people come and go is a mystery. The times for departures and the times for arrivals. When did I first speak to you? Is there a person who does not live with distances, with some faint nostalgia for another place, another time. I, who stand here, was not myself for most of the time. 

An image of your face, a dark lake, a red room, old windows and lace curtains, a sound recording of a child's story and a childish voice...almost all of you.