“I have spent the past year in this house, most of it in this chair. The weeks come and go, the sun rises and sets, the days are long then short then long again, and none of it means a thing to me anymore. I don’t even remember what I’m missing. The wisteria is a new way of measuring time. The vines! Now that I can watch its progress day by day, sometimes almost hour by hour, I can experience time passing. And at least something in this house is getting somewhere.”
