It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.
A wonderful story collection set between one place and another and shaped by a fearless sense of comedy.
This then, I thought, as I looked round about me, is the representation of history. It requires a falsification of perspective. We, the survivors, see everything from above, see everything at once, and still we do not know how it was.
... the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion.
Everything our civilization has produced is entombed.
Physicists now say there is no such thing as time: everything co-exists. Chronology is entirely artificial and essentially determined by emotion. Contiguity suggests layers of things, the past and present somehow coalescing or co-existing.