If my brother was now available, talk to him about the weather. On classical mechanics, relativistic philosophy of time, that does not exist and that turns on itself. The first page of each story, then ...
My past is just what I remember and others do not exist.
memory, which is the same time, in its own way has made me think of me always with the same age as I have in this, but remember events that occurred ten years ago, during which, no doubt was thinner and wore glasses. I settled into a life simply because I think young married me, and I have no partner (or I have ever had and at this point I do not see it attach itself to someone, if not even know how to deal calmly certain new relationships) and not even know if That stopped the time. As much as I live pending a clock at eight English, half past seven swimming, running a quarter past five, at ten o'clock came home and I miss talking to you.
never know what will happen tomorrow, but it does not matter because nothing ever happens. The weeks are lapsing slowly and months so fast that begins to vertigo. In the end the only thing that will always remain is fear.
But the fear and time, at the same time, nobody ever speaks.
The clock is the Parliament in Ottawa. The photo is mine.
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