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We wrongly think Old People were always old; but those rheumy eyes and fragile bones once celebrated all of youth’s energetically sweaty cravings and passions. — Marcel Proust (@ProustTweet) April 20, 2020

Catching up—Time and Memory

like those faces of dead friends which the impassioned efforts of our memory pursue without recapturing and which, when we are no longer thinking of them, are there before our eyes just as

More on Time

“The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.” —Joyce Carol Oates — The Paris Review (@parisreview) January 27, 2019 In theory one is aware that the earth revolves,