everything's changing. everyone wants time. when time's closing down we want more time, not more of any material thing, just time to live. we could have died before but we lived. i thought the last summer may be the last summer of mister. in the last summer when we were interviewed in this place and i said you can film us swimming and they did and then they put the traffic barricades and now the whole sea wall is disintegrating and all the refuse of the old streets they continually tear up and repave all the waste of the streets thrown here to fill the erosion of the rising sea all that and the new path they paid millions for all rubble and human folly now and mister's pancreas and i think really that was the last summer and we will not swim more here this will be the end yet everything's still changing and we don't know we only feel it's ending the ending and it might continue to change and eventually without us here. i'll come back here for now while mister's in the hospital and i'll come back here to record the change when he's gone and think of him and how it was changing even before it was ending in a way that changes that continues the when and where we leave.