What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.

“لا يوجد ما ينذر بالشر من هذا الظلام.”

“Maybe the world was like a revolving door, it occurred to him as his consciousn…”

“Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.”

“Moartea există, viaţa e aici, moartea e dincolo. Eu sunt aici, nu dincolo. Moar…”