Time does not exist;
there is only more likely
and less likely.

I experience ‘prescience’ from time to time. Sometimes I say words or phrases that almost immediately come up on television or radio. (I wonder what syndrome this is characteristic of.) It’s not that I’m predicting the words spoken—rather, I’m plucking words out of the near future to supplement what I’m saying at the time. I phase ahead in time, not with my consciousness but just as a mental strategy to aid and structure my thinking. In struggling for words, my thought processes dip into memories past and future.

We feel a river.
In reality there is
only the ocean.

Reminiscing about our overseas holiday, Joseph outrageously complained one night: “We didn’t do anything in Bali.”

“What!” Céline and I spluttered. “We did so much. Every day. Exhaustingly.”

"We didn’t see a volcano.”