“There’s love everywhere, every day, and there’s sadness everywhere every day. Imagine all of it together. All that sadness, and all that love. Every kiss, every heartbeat, every second waiting for a lover, and every second realizing your lover won’t be coming. Can you imagine all of it?” Bogdan looks up and to the left, really giving it a good go. “It’s impossible,” says Elizabeth. “It’s beyond comprehension.” Bogdan looks relieved. “And yet,” says Elizabeth, “it’s all here in this chair. Every single bit of it, in a chair we bought in an antique shop in Stratford or somewhere or other.
