There is no before. There is only now, and what comes next.

“Y todo me parece absurdo, arbitrario. Una se eleva y la otra cae en picado: pur…”

“Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and border…”

“Kent?" I say, and my voice seems to have to rise from inside the fog, taking fo…”

“Do you ever think about him? About the boy who infected you?"Images flash in th…”