“Time Passes”

What is equivalent to a surprise party (for you!) attended by your best friends from each of your phases and a beam of light emanating from god knows where to sweep dark water, windows and crags of rock?

Text Box: Answer: Imagine a novel like To the Lighthouse—one that begins with an afternoon and an evening, and accelerates, slowly at first, across lifetimes.

I don’t want to run into anyone who I hadn’t heard had remained behind. I wouldn’t want to run into anyone who hadn’t heard I’d stayed. May I not run into anyone in the darkness?