"He was thinking of time and change, of how, one morning when he must have been quite small, he had discovered time, lying in the grass with his eyes closed against the sun. He was counting to himself. He counted up to sixty, and thought: that is a minute. Then the thought: It will never be that minute again. It will never be today again. Never. He would not, in all his life, make another discovery so shattering"

Randolph Stow, The Merry-Go-Round in the sea

Pic Bernard Faucon