Super AngelicoWhen is love real? Can an imaginary love also be real? Even more? This might be one of the great questions of life. Here we might be crossing a taboo.
“On arriving at my new apartment, last thing I expected was to find myself interested in the neighbors,” said Christian.
Christian, a well-known South African writer, whom I will refer to by this pseudonym, took a long puff from his vaper while talking to me from the other side of a table in a country inn outside Johannesburg.
I had asked him to write down his strange romantic experience for me, for he would probably do this better than me. His account is what follows here.
“I arrived in Vienna for a rather sought-after writer’s sojourn,” Christian wrote. “And neighbors, whoever they might be, in any time and place, was not
