train, I ivity and noise: sed instructions and arms sending messages in urgent semap and sloone crasone. Instead, as I arrived at tes and looked toion site, everyt and still.

    to see; t t   distance ainct. My feet , gone t. Lifting my racing t from my last visit, as I remembered it from Miss inter’s descriptions.

    My mind map e: I came to tly o. tood like a ed stage set, flattened into ts, a pair of domed forms floated on t, trunks t supported to teness beneaty years  t of s it oday to suppose t it  t ening try of t ed, it  s matical perfection, set in t of a demolition site, nor of a ruin, but of a act.

    ury, as insubstantial as ter suspended in to evaporate  ray of er sun.

    I broug close to my face and read time. I o meet Aurelius, but o find ? I could  seeing hin arm’s reach.

    I called out “o me.

    ‘hello!“

    Impossible to tell  or close by. “here are you?”

    I pictured Aurelius staring into t looking for a landmark.

    ‘I’m next to a tree.“ the words were muffled.

    ‘So am I,“ I called back. ”I don’t tree as mine. You sound too far away.“

    ‘You sound quite near, though.“

    ‘Do I?  you stay walking, and I’ll find you!“

    ‘Rig plan! to to say,  I?  is to speak to order,  of time…  dismal .“

    And so Aurelius t aloud, o a cloud and follohe air.

    t is  me, pale in tery lig  Aurelius. I ing of my , and I stretc my  of view.

    ‘Aurelius?“ My voice sounded so my own ears.

    ‘Yes?“