The Unseen Aspect…he stopped the car and got out. To his left, blood-red with azure reflections, the sea; in the distance, half sunk in the water, the sun; to his right and behind him, a green strip of land, perfectly geometrical, a symmetrical carpet spread in an inhospitable, bone-dry valley, scattered with shells and rocks, barren for a thousand years or more, since the time of the great drought which filled Cyprus with reptiles and monasteries.
He tried to make out the small settlement; his eyes, dim and tired, betrayed him. Anyway, what good would it do now? He would only return here if he heard that an earthquake or a storm, in a moment of frenzy, had dishevelled and sunk in the sea this utopian green carpet. Until then…
He lit a cigarette and sat at the wheel. His fingers sought t
