Time

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

Jorge Luis Borges

The bruises are aching with healing.

I feel happiness that I'd forgotten the feel of. On his side of the bed there is a him-shaped hollow. I rolled into it, the cosiest place on earth. I twitched open the curtain with my toe. A sulky sky, not worth getting up for yet


David Mitchell.Ghostwritten.