"Older now, a lifetime of notions diminishing behind me, I suspect there must be a whole city glittering in every moment, and instead of that moment being left behind, it must sail with us through the universe like an ocean liner stippling the darkness with the faint sounds of lost voices and forgotten orchestras, sounds which rise only a short distance and double back to wrap the ship in its individual moment--one moment in an endless armada of moments that float through the universe like incidents the universe cannot forget."
- excerpt from A Treatise on Time, Morton Marcus
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