That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

“It's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feel…”

“I wasn't just thinking of me. I was thinking of her, too.”

“Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.”

“But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to g…”