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“Before the railways were built, what took the place of stations in people's dreams?”

“What changes when you are there before my eyes is that you become unpredictable.”

“[…] This separation allows us, the storytellers, the power of knowing the whole, Yet, equally, this separation renders us powerless: we cannot control our characters, after the narration has begun. (…)
The time, and therefore the story, belongs to them. Yet the meaning of the story, what makes it worthy of being told, is what we can see and what inspires us because we are beyond its time.”

In the 18&19th cent most direct protests against social injustice were in prose. They were reasoned arguments written in the belief that, given time, people would come to see reason, and that, finally, history was on the side of reason. Today this is by no means clear. The outcome is by no means guaranteed. The suffering of the present and the past is unlikely to be redeemed by a future era of universal happiness.

I see reflected in the mirror a sprig of the lilac branch: each petal of each tiny flower is vivid, distinct, near, so near that the petals look like the pores of a skin. At first I do not understand why what I see in the mirror is so much more intense than the rest of the branch which, in fact, is nearer to me. Then I realize that what I am looking at in the mirror is the side fully lit by the last light of the sun.