“I see clearly as you, clearer. For you it is undifferentiated.

You must process as one picture. What chaos! Tells you nothing, contradicts itself, changes its story. For me each tiny part has integrity, each fractionally different from the next, until all variation is accounted for, incrementally, rationally.”

In general, it is thought that the novelty of the content of one’s life is what makes “the time pass”; that is to say, shorten it; whereas monotony checks and restrains its flow. This is only true with reservations. A time in a person’s life that is very full seems to go quickly, but is long in the remembering. In contrast, a time that is empty seems to be endless, but can be described in an instant.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.