The Anthology

“being able to hold a real live woman in my arms regularly, brought me a certain level of calm.”

“In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids farewell and another one appears on the scene. As the days piled up, I wore out, too, and was remade. Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished. I just sat there in front of the hole, listening to the sound of time dying.”

“Did time really flow in such a steady and linear way? Couldn't this be a mistaken way of thinking, an error of major proportions?”