Their talk continued in reminiscence of the deceased. But it struck me that the exchange was so stagy it could have been rehearsed. I had become, perhaps unconsciously on their part, an audience, a chance to shine. Is there a sociological counterpart to quantum mechanics? Even by eavesdropping, however discreetly, do we alter others’ behaviour, even their memories? I was struck again by how essentially unknowable, unreachable, we are to each other.
An extract from David Rose‘s Meridian.