time drips, time becomes pendant.
 

time tapers to a point- time falls.
 

then as if all the luminosity of the atmosphere were withdrawn, i see to the bare bottom. i see what habit covers.
 

 i pause and then i stop pausing and then i stop finishing sentences. 
 

i am not so gifted as had one time seemed likely. certain things lie beyond my scope. i shall never understand the harder problems of philosophy.

 

but as i think, truth has come nearer.








after virginia woolf, the waves.