Footnote.

 Footnote. 

[*]  I know no more about time these days than a dog. For him there are six hours a day: get up; eat breakfast; go for a walk; eat supper; go for a walk; go to bed. And every day is the same: There are no days of the week or weeks of the month; there are no months of the year. There are no seasons, only weather. Sometimes it is warm, sometimes cold; sometimes it is wet, sometimes it is dry; sometimes there is snow.

     There aren’t events; there is only what is happening now. Right now, the human being awake in the dark smells anxious. He will get up.

     Now he is limping down the stairs. He is turning on the coffee pot.

     It is always cooler downstairs.

     The coffee pot makes a sound like the human being makes when he is asleep . It has a strong smell, like a skunk in the next block.

     It is not time to get up. I forget what comes after that, but I always remember when it comes.

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