“He wanted to spend the rest of his life building Nora’s Paris out of sugar cubes, brick by brick. He wanted a one-way ticket to 1920. He thought about Nora’s idea of time travel. What a horrible kind of travel, that took you only forward into the terrifying future, constantly farther from whatever had once made you happy. Only maybe that wasn’t what she’d meant. Maybe she meant the older you got, the more decades you had at your disposal to revisit with your eyes closed.”
