He liked the mystery. He liked the idea that a small, precise object might hold an incision of meaning, a map of some old life. So he set it aside. Life, he told himself, would remind him when to open it.
He liked the mystery. He liked the idea that a small, precise object might hold an incision of meaning, a map of some old life. So he set it aside. Life, he told himself, would remind him when to open it.