I found this walking in the foggy early morning with the Dog, having sent the Missus on her way to work. Dearest Wife was feeling refreshed after a sound sleep brought about by singing a heartfelt song about plum brandy. I was feeling a little discombobulated.

My very early morning hours had been spent in intense hermeneutic discussion with an agitated man. Zionism, the torah and midrash, the origin of Rome and the Holy Roman Empire, the split between the catholic and orthodox creeds, the nature of creed and identity – it was a wide ranging exchange. The early part of the shift had been fraught with dramatic incident – syringes and grunting thugs, the little things.

It might be a clue.
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