Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping.

There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.

People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being.