There’s no time. There never is. I really don’t want time, I want stopped time. Just hold still for a minute, so I can figure all this out, OK? Don’t you realize there’s babies under this train, getting smeared all down the tracks from here to Henrietta Ville?
Yeah, I know; it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter at all. There’s no stopping now.
I just finished reading The Fermata by Nicholson Baker. You should check it out.
I bought it. I’ll let you know. Thanks.