Sometimes she feels too much, all the stirring in her mind gets tangled up in a knot of disturbance in a small damp corner until she eventually ignores it and goes out for a beer instead. Sometimes things are so complicated the only solid thing to do is to go for a beer and talk about what's here and now.
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'Isn't most of our lives an illusion?' she continued.
'Well, everything in the past is memory, right?'
'And everything in the future is imagination. Those're both illusions - memories are unreliable and we just speculate about the future. The only thing that's completely real is this one instant of the present - and that's constantly changing from imagination to memory. So, see? Most of our life's illusory'
The Vanished Man p.203
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