Chapters (19)
I look down at the drawing. The Circle Line is not continuous. It does not go on and on in a loop. It has an end. ‘This is the basic, deepest argument,’ Hisham says. ‘Will the world end or will it go on forever? Does time finish or not? A straight line starts at a certain point and ends at another, unless it goes on to infinity – and infinity must be a different place, not where the line started. But a circle promises continuity, round and round passing the same things. It makes sense to wager that the world – as we know it – will end.’
What he is saying doesn’t sound new. ‘Everyone knows that. What do you think people are doing every day? Making the most of things before it’s too late.’
‘So they know already,’ he says. ‘It is that clear.’
In a way it is clear and in a way, it isn’t. Through the window the buses look purposeful. Everyone’s footsteps pound, beating out a march I can faintly hear. Come join this dance. Such beautiful shops.… and they’re selling soft ice cream on the pavement. Eat, walk, shop, carry plastic bags, run and hop on to a bus. In the churn of central London, everyone is united by one wish. More to spend.
Is there nothing that everyone has, every single person?
I am surprised when Hisham answers, how sure he is. ‘Time, everyone has time. But if the professor in my story is wrong and the earth stops going round and round, even time will stop.’
There is a message on my phone: my mother asking, ‘What do think of Hisham?’
I could text back, ‘Not sure’ or ‘so far, so good’. I ignore her instead. We walk out of the café. He falls in with my step. It matters that he does. It is significant, more appreciated than acknowledged. We walk past Hamleys and Liberty. We ignore the turn into Carnaby Street.
Eat, walk, shop, carry plastic bags, run and hop on to a bus. The truth is in the movement itself. Disappointment is embedded in every step. Because every beat takes us closer to the end. The world spins and there is hope. It is as if we are scooped up by a Ferris wheel that lifts us up, way up, in a circle, round, down and up.