Alek Lindus – Untitled (2010)

I was in time, in flight, in finiteness. The present had
disappeared, there was nothing left for me but a past and a tomorrow, a
tomorrow which I was already conscious of as past.
Since then I have
tried, every day, to cling on to something stable, I have tried
desperately to recover a present, to establish it, to widen it.
–Eugene Ionesco, Fragments of a Journal