“That’s the good thing about being young. There are no mistakes, only research.”
The hum of the train is pounding in my heart tonight. Reverberating over every inch of the world…and I’m still okay. I hear you so clearly in that train. But still…it’s passing me by.
“That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then…and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.”