17. DINKUS
With good fiction, anyway, there’s always a solid present, a here and now from which events are described and in which everything is anchored and grounded.
But even that “here and now” can be deceptive. If “here” is the loft of a lakeside A-frame, and “now” is a rainy afternoon in May of 2014, is it the case that I am, in fact, “here” “now” — at this moment? Excepting some unpredictable occurrence, as to where I really am all I can tell you with any certainty is that I am no longer anywhere in particular. And as for the time, I can say only that for you the time is now. For me, having entered eternity, the time may best be described as a baffling blend of those equal opposites: forever and never.
Putting that aside, let’s agree that my here and now consists of the moment on t
