I look down on the earth, all the different worlds that history has given this city and the land around it. I see the rain lashing the trees, the grass, the moss, and the ancient rocks, and I know that there’s a lot left to come. I see a car approaching a castle at dawn one day, a black figure waiting beyond a moat.
That’s me I can see, heading towards my imminent death, but I don’t know that, and by the time I do know, obviously it’s too late. But now, in this moment that can encompass all of time, I can feel the steering wheel tremble in my hands.