“I’m forever blowing bubbles.”

Someone with whom I used to work with in the decade or so that I dwelled within an often cold and sterile corporate ecosystem had a marvellous theory about people and art. Actually, he had several, and that he did so was one of the reasons I managed to tolerate working in an area in which I had an exponentially declining interest for quite so long.

One of these theories in particular, the one relevant to the 1975 Doctor Who serial the title of which is above, was about “being in sync” with something. He held that it was okay to buy a book or a video (this was a long time ago) in a hurry and put it on a shelf and forget it. To not experience it for months or even years. Decades, at a push. You’d bought it for a reason, and it would eventually call out to you when you were “in sync” with it.