“In the mind’s eye, a fractal is a way of seeing infinity.”
James Gleick, from Chaos, 1987
“We saw shadows of the morning light, the shadows of the evening sun, till the shadows and the light were one.”
Jane’s Addiction, from Three Days, Ritual de lo Habitual, 1990.
By opening time at 7am, the smells of warm dough and coffee are already swirling around Solly’s bakery and the place is a buzz with bagel worshippers, bleary-eyed commuters, and caffeine-fixers. The counters burgeon with bagels high-stacked in assorted pyramids: poppy-seed, sesame-seed, onion, cinnamon and plain. But my senses are invariably drawn to the inviting tray of cinnamon buns and chocolate babkas; cuboid confectionery etched with characteristic spirals; an array which bedazzles the eyes with an optic illusion of rotating bakery. They are alive. They are calling me.