Dizzy

Back, going back in all directions, sleeping these insane hours...

Back to the beginnings of time, of my time, of memories and of pictures; recollections of a lost world, a lost time, of time lost.

We invoke the past or rather our recollections of the past as we stumble into the future - l'avenir: the things that are about to happen, things that are bound (?) to happen...

Is the present redundant or too distant?