"Have ah told you about the hellish fright of Deadtime? Do you know about the Bloodings? The Chills? Mere fragments of rushing life retained... like handfuls of wind. Time gone haywire. Night and day, the following and the followed, pitch their shining skyglobes from horizon to horizon. Sun serves, moon returns, searing time's cope with their mad flight, back and forth, to and fro, dark and light, like a hypnotist's watch swinging in the fob of heaven - O yes, like the pendular action of a naked bulb, hung and set aswing in an empty room. An hour! A day! Gone! Snuck past! Escaped unsullied, unsalvageable, never to be lived. All in the blinking of an eye. Deadtime! Deadtime! Where do you go?! Who uses you, if not me?! The killers and the killed. Murdering of mah lifetime - mah living-time. The agony-rack of mah day's passing and the slow method of its crank and shaft, the endless chatter of cogs ticking away the minutes, the bonecrack count and seconds of raw pain - the insufferable stretch of Time. Time lived. But what of all the deadtime, all the days unaccounted for? Where do they go?"

And the Ass saw the Angel - Nick Cave

Finishing a good book is like leaving a good friend - William Feather

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