Nine in the morning I think, Why is that stub of candle still going? then realise it’s sunshine slanting through the kitchen window into the thin curved half-empty shell, filling it with light. Then I think: Why won’t anyone sell me a pair of midcut Goretex lined boots in men’s size 6 ? (I understand the market logic: I just don’t understand why market logic means I should go without boots in this [a]isle of maximum “choice”.) Speaking of candles curiously lighted from within, if I could do this I wouldn’t do what I do. Jim Perrin’s new book, West, is out, but don’t buy it unless you want to be reminded what it’s like to be human. Remember that ?