I put my arm around Gelon and close my eyes. “We’re in Egypt, man. The Sphinx is just ahead. Can you see it?” He shakes me off. “Will you ever cop on, Lampo?” But I won’t. If I’m honest, some days I still come here to sniff and stroll and lose myself in other worlds, and like when I was a kid, I wonder if the real places are anything like I’m imagining, and just like then, I wince, for something tells me I’ll never know, but it’s still a buzz.
