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January 22, 2013
“READ IT BACK, please.”

“From the...?”

“Just that last part.”

“‘— It’s like trying to remember a dream, with not quite memories, or distinct situations, but moods. Senses of what might have happened, some aspect of it. A recollection of movement-through, movement-toward. A sense that there were no others where there should be others; that perhaps they would come... later. Time is a strange part of this. My sense of later is... I think that’s how I’m trying to make sense of it now: introducing this notion of later. There was no later. Being that wolf was... a pleasure.’”