When I thought about it afterwards, I referred to it as a disturbance of memory at the Acropolis after Freud. But I have no reason to think of it as memory, or disturbance, or even Freudian. I was distracted by the fracturing of light on the face of the water, a strange spectral burst that I am always tempted by. It was as though I saw the bright edge of something pass me by, a faint hiss of gas, a sudden scent of maddening violet.

That’s all I can tell you. Sensual flashes, I can’t remember which came first as they swept in between the nympheas and I.  There was nothing on the reflective surfaces but golden light.

I know something happened, but my memories and visual notations from the day are so confused. I hope that by piecing together your reports and recollection, I will be able to give fair account of what happened here: what glamours were used, how we looked in the wrong direction at the same time (it’s no coincidence) and why something might been hidden in plain sight.

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