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On the planet of his ancestors Bain looks out from a simple cafe at the edge of an old forest and wonders at the relentless flow of the seasons. Before him he sees the evidence of Winter’s reluctant departure, its dark corridors of cold, dead, determined days yielding finally to Spring, the blooms of swallows crosshatching the sky, and in …

Hunter and Bain are slumped into a corner at the front of the Thought Café in Bleecker Street. They have grown to enjoy the anonymity of the large crowds in New Manhattan, where everyone is different, nobody looks at anyone else, and so the subtle judgements of smaller communities are left unsaid. In this Street, barely changed for hundreds of …

Safe from the sun, on the edges of the desert, under the canopy of their cafe Hunter and Bain watch Shi Xiu negotiate with a street trader by a cluster of huge, old trees. As he chants prices at her, she simply stares at the packet of spinach rolls in her hands, passing them from palm to palm, weighing, as …

High in the mountain Hunter and Bain rest in a balcony overlooking the great valley of dreams. Behind them a flame-haired monk enters, bows and brings tea in delicate porcelain cups. As he waits for Hunter to deliver his approval subtle fragrances drift in through the simple pillars carved into the mountainside ushering the monk back into the cool darkness …