
Some characters I've met were such random intersections and the details so hazy that I sometimes must remind myself that, yeah, that really happened. Once, while living in London, I went to check out an apartment, meeting some older fellow at his studio. He was a hat maker which explained all of the hats as we threaded to the back of the workspace and up some stairs. It was barely affordable, provided the food budget was kept to five pounds a day, and, as I recall, the flat was close to the heart of the city. [...]