“The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.”
“There’s always an end. But the end is always the beginning of something else. The periods we write into our lives are always provisional, in one way or another.”
“People no longer live by sun and moon, by wind and stars, but by some slyly contrived conventions known as clocks and calendars.”
“My calendar lately is full of work. And you.”
“I'm the final clause in a periodic sentence, and that sentence begins a long time ago, in another language, and you to read it from the beginning to get to the end, which is my arrival.”
“And marking off time struck me as something like counting empty spaces—spaces you know can't ever be filled.”