Cathedral of the Senses

Owen Clark walked into my office and, after a brief introduction, said, “I’d like you to find my ‘self.’”
“Are you lost?” I replied glibly, waiting for a punch line.
“Exactly. And I think you’re the perfect person to find me.”
I was a trained professional, a private detective with a reputation for handling peculiar client requests.
Clark explained that he was the head of a Hollywood movie studio making a movie about alternate realities. He said that one night he got inside one of the “alternat...