Dandelion Clock

I used to think that perhaps everything that was happening to me - my whole life - was just a memory. As if one moment I could be eleven, and playing in the sun, and the next I might - wake up, somehow, and find I was old and dying, and the day when I was eleven was just a bright, clear memory...

Alex is an artist, preparing for an exhibition to mark the peak of his career. His life seems ordered a...