Time

Of course, I count. Every thirty days, I say to myself that a month has gone by, but those are mere words, they don’t really give me time.

Perhaps you never have time when you are alone? You only acquire it by watching it go by in others, and since all the women have died, it only affects the scrawny plants growing between the stones and producing, occasionally, just enough flowers to make a single seed which will fall a little way off—not far because the wind is never strong—where it

time is a question of being human

The briefest conversation creates time.