Piranesi

The backs of his wings were dark, almost black, with a white shape like a star on each one. What would be best would be to find somewhere in the labyrinth, some point or place that’s unique – and to perform the ritual there, facing the brightest star!’ For a moment he was full of excitement. There was a Space between his Back and the Wall, a sort of marble pocket. Words such as “Manchester” and “police station” have no meaning here.