I came back from the Aegean in September. By October I was sitting across from the man who wanted to own the future.

He was already seated when I arrived. Of course he was.

Window table. The kind of restaurant where the light is negotiated in advance. He was looking at the street below with the specific relaxation of a man who is never waiting, only arriving early.

I saw him before he saw me.

I noted that. I note everything first