leaving st. john, u.s. virgin islands. march 31, 2007.

The moments of the past do not remain still, they retain in our memory the motion which drew them toward the future, towards a future which has itself become the past, and draw us on in their train.

- Marcel Proust

february 24, 2007. train to windsor.

The bus, as usual, was quiet when he climbed in– as proportionately quiet, at any rate, as a theatre with dimming house lights. Conversations were finished in a hurried whisper or shut off completely. Nonetheless, the first thing the Chief said to us was “All right, let’s cut out the noise, or no story.”

-Salinger