But back to the first time I smoked. After taking a couple of drags, I went out to the street. I could see over to the mosque. At the time I didn’t think about it. But years later, when I started going to the mosque, I’d sometimes hear music from that same apartment when I got up early to go to morning prayer. They hadn’t gone to bed yet. It’s like that. Parallel universes. So close, and so far. You stand in one universe and stare into the other, you understand? But sometimes you have to go a long way just to get across the street.
