| He remembers watching Johny Johny when he was a child, a very long time ago. It can't be the same man, surely? All the memories blur together. He sits and thinks for hours on end, trying to remember what happened to who and how. Sometimes an image comes to him as clear as the day it happened, but less and less often. A life is such a vast distance. He thinks of the distance from one side of the city to another, from one side of the ocean to the other, from the earth to the moon, from the most distant star to star. A single life eclipse's them all. |