I can’t exactly pinpoint when the dream started. The first thing I’d see is a busy street. It would be lined with two-storey buildings in classical European style. The street would be just crowded enough that no one would pay attention to you, yet not so packed that you’d be constantly brushing up against people. Every time I’d be there, I’d be walking along this street mechanically, not burdened with the obligation to take in the…

