North and South are the names given to the regions that visit ever so often. I prefer to refer to them as unwanted guest. Unwanted for while they are in town everything crashes like lightening. One evening while I contemplated from the roof of my mothers building a person I’d never seen before carrying a backpack, crossed the dividing roof top and went to use the stairs to my building to exit. He stopped when he saw me looking at him. He asked what I was doing up there and smiling I told him really nastily that it was none of his business.
Backing up a little he quickly reached into the bag and pulled out the book Neverwhere, and threw it at me. Please don’t land on me he said then bolted when he heard the jingles of keys and loud shouts. He was being chased by the cops; no time for chit-chat. I sat on the cold roof and read the book in an hour. I hated it. A couple weeks later I read it again and I thought well maybe it’s ok. I read it a third time and was awed by it. Neverwhere is one of those “acquired” taste but once you do acquire it, your life changes.