“My faith in the firmness of time slips away gradually.  I begin to believe that chronological time is an illusion and that some other principle organizes existence.  My memories flash like clips of film from unrelated movies.  I wonder, suddenly, if I am alive.  I know I’m not dead, but am I alive?  I look into the memories for reassurance, searching for signs of life.” – Frank Conroy, Stop-Time (1967)