Journey Into the Past

he listened yet more intently to what was within him, to the past, to see whether that voice of memory truly foretelling the future would not speak to him again, revealing the present to him as well as the past.

he suddenly felt the full truth and sense of them. Had not those spectres searching for their past been muted questions, asked of a time that was no longer real, mere shadows wanting to come back to life but unable to do so now? Neither she nor he was the same any more, yet they were searching for each other in a vain effort, fleeing one another, persisting in disembodied, powerless efforts like those black spectres at their feet.

In the old park, in ice and snow caught fast

Two spectres walk, still searching for the past.

In the old park, in ice and snow caught fast

Two spectres walk, still searching for the past.

The past always comes between us, the time that has gone by.

The past always comes between us, the time that has gone by.

he felt as if something tender and sweet-sounding inside him was crushed by the powerful, noisily forceful drone of reality.

he felt as if something tender and sweet-sounding inside him was crushed by the powerful, noisily forceful drone of reality.

this is all old history, let’s not touch on it. Where are those times now?”

“In us,”

“People may grow old, but they remain the same.”