The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.

Part of living your life is an awareness of the opportunities that can be missed and an awareness that time moves in one direction.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

Flea-Market vendors are frozen mid-haggle. Middle-aged women are frozen in the middle of their lives. The gavels of frozen judges are frozen between guilt and innocence. On the ground are the crystals of the frozen first breaths of babies, and those of the last gasps of the dying.