I
took a slow road in another lifetime, in another century and a
different continent. When I started, there were things I knew or thought
I did. I carried with me notions of roads. I kept notes. I
knew that roads, however long or short, can be made as slow as I wished.
I had no reason to regret having made roads slow down on account of
whim and fancy and I didn’t envisage regrets in the centuries and
lifetimes to come or in continents...