We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

“I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's…”

“The Earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real,…”

“Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.”

“Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we…”