"It
seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same
space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us
to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an
invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time.”
- W. G. Sebald, Austerlitz
"In
my beginning is my end. In succession / Houses rise and fall, crumble,
are extended, / Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place / Is
an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. [...] Houses live and die:
there is a time for building / And a time for living and generation /
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane / And to shake the
wainscot where the field-mouse trots / And to shake the tattered arras
woven with a silent motto."
- T. S. Eliot, East Coker (from 'Four Quartets')
