Waqt

Set the clock, so that you can go on time. The small departures, the small hours. Fastidious, when it comes down to it, to the details of how not to live.

We see everything by memory.
---David Hockney

To think, to see, is to forget. Borges, perhaps. You think. You forget. You.

What time there was, was given, clunking into place like a lock. The key?

The only things in life that are important are those you remember. That was the key...pure recall.
---James Salter.

Fragments accumulate, turn, are noted, marked down. The variable key, held loosely. Your hands growing dark with time. Lord, forgive me.

The dusk sunlight, bright on white walls, its brilliance late, but finely attuned to its task of making things fade from sight. We stand there stunned, our distance from one another perfectly measured, as if in Hell, and I've forgotten what I wanted to say. But the mind is still, in the quiet reverie of lost time and things. Find the shade, for now. In time, I'm told, everything can be fixed, brought back to its former shape.