'One morning of many, when things. like life. were the same across days, ones in which, though each unique, I had slept and woken and worked and slept and woken several times in succession such that a progression of rising tensions, climaxing action and denouement slid each slid each from the last, each into the next, now here, then there and, now a narrative where I (our intrepid hero!) was its protagonist, one of eating, sleeping, of writing and studying, of commuting, of repeatedly entering my office at the university, often as that morning, to the ping of an email:..' (Introduction)