Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.

“In the dark glass where the road poured down their cigarettes rose and fell lik…”

“It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has…”

“Years later he'd stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books …”

“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There …”