…everywhere and always, even while you revelled in them, things were perpetually rushing to a close; and the fact of them being things you loved, or enjoyed, was powerless to diminish the speed at which they escaped you.On the “fleetingness of things”, Henry Handel Richardson, The Getting of Wisdom
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