* Still he puzzled over how it had happened, these moments of idiocy, and yet in his heart he knew the answers all too well, and did not want to commit them to paper or to memory, or to public view, those fragile moments when he and the dog were the only people awake on the planet; well in Sydney, or so it seemed, as he walked the Redfern streets and Wilson Street in particular, passing, passing, by the sleeping cars and the nodding junkies and time out of mind, when he stopped going to the clubs and stopped sleeping with people - any people - and when a man not meant to be alone tossed restlessly for two hours before giving the idea of sleep away as a bad toss; as no way he could function.