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I liked what I said to Max: “Who the hell am I for time to be on my side?”
I remember when I first sensed time. I was quite young. Nine or ten. It was summer, August, and I was sitting outside in the courtyard. My parents and I were already back in my hometown from our summer vacation, but my friends still weren’t. It was quiet and empty in the courtyard. The trees swayed, their leaves were large, the grass dusty and tall. It was hot. I was sitting on the bench, bored. Then I looked up at the sky. It was plainly blue, without clouds. A high summer sky. A trail left by an airplane was melting while another airplane was crossing the sky, leaving its own white trail. I lowered my eyes and proceeded to pick the bench with my finger. It felt nice to peel the paint from it. I remembered tha
