Reliving the past is the most fantastic adventure of all. The event, relived, grows more and more enigmatic, and richer and richer in meaning. Turning to the past, I reach the future, I recall people I never knew. In the time/space continuum of consciousness, Was and Will Be occupy the same point.

from A Feast in the Garden by György Konrád

1 comment:

chiefbiscuit said...

I love that. It describes perfectly that weird circuitous trick time plays when you get so caught up remembering you lose all sense of time.