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"The past is no insubstantial, thready thing, sunlight slanting

through shutters into cool rooms, pools and standards of mist

adrift at roadside, memories that flutter from our hands the

instant we open them. Rather is it all too substantial, bluntly

physical like a boulder or cement block growing ever denser,

ever larger, there behind us, displacing and pushing us forward.

And yes: in its mindless, rocklike, solid, unstoppable way, 

it pursues us."

--from Eye of the Cricket, James Sallis