The universe of his adventures was divided into a familiar half and an unfamiliar one, the canny and the uncanny. The things that fell out on his side or on whose side he was to be found and the other things over there, the other kind. The here and the there, ici, là, the two vowel sounds, different patterns of action and response in the body, or perhaps different bodies entirely. He was unable to recognise himself in the other, or to know whether its was a friendly, fraternal, otherness or a hostile one that he ought to fear. He could see their history going back a certain way, could follow it, but it remained separate, there was no reaching of a prior acquaintance, no con-nature. This was a constraint and it pointed to a fundamental consciousness dreaming life in a language of dreams. He explored landscapes, cities, houses, rooms made out of himself, yet always inhabited by something unreconcilable and unpredictable, protean in a way that he could not identify or mirror.