The Step

Who can be sure about memory? They say that even the truest seeming reminiscence, retrieveddiligently from the arrayed banksin thebrain, can be false.

So I went back.

The train journey was uneventful, so enough said about that. But then I struggled to find the bus stop. In fact –even the bus station was gone – knocked down years ago so that yet another office box could sit in its place. There it squatted – no doubt coldly dreaming of ghost buses passing through its bowels, but of little help...