‘Lie,’ he said. ‘Why do you fabricate these outlandish stories?’
‘Well,’ I wanted to say, ‘there are those of us who create because all around us, things visible and invisible are crumbling. We are like the stonemasons of Babylon, forever working, as it says in Jeremiah, to shore up the city of walls.’
I didn’t say that, of course. What I did say was: ‘I don’t know.