Precision instruments. Camouflage prints. A necklace of raindrops. What a world it is! An army of shadows occupies the capitals of Europe. Ghosts drift up from smokestacks. Night comes earlier than usual, faces a disturbing shade of orange. But only later, when the teenage hostess at the Greek diner smiles at us to follow, does it occur to me to wonder whether mirrors retain a memory of every person they ever knew.