Time became a sermon, preaching itself. — Jeffrey Ford

I knew we were going somewhere I didn’t have any interest in going, because I was wearing a tie and jacket.

“You two don’t know yet,” he said. “When you get old, you think more about the past than about what you did five minutes ago. Time changes.”

Dreams are dreams and the future is like a hall of mirrors reflecting the past and offering up wavering illusions until everything shatters and you were cut to ribbons by shards of reality.