"Don't leave me, begs the past. Don't abandon us, weep the images. Time itself is talking to me, admonishing me. I draw up my legacy against its inexorable tide.
Faces tumble and clink like coins in a slot-machine.
I have not forgotten anything. I am counting you and gathering you together, sorting you out the better to see you. A statement of account to no conclusion. An escalation. To see whether, if I pile you up, if I lay you one on top of the other like bricks, I'll be able to climb up, to build the enormous staircase I need to go and hang this moon up in the sky."
-Agnes Desarthe
