"Something
begins and already it is no longer the beginning, but something else,
propelling us into the heart of the thing that is happening. At each moment we
are no longer where we were, but have left ourselves behind, irrevocably, in a
past that has no memory, a past endlessly obliterated by a perpetual motion
that carries us into the present. And whoever tries to find refuge in only one place, in only
one moment, will never be where he thinks he is."
in White Spaces by Paul Auster
