ponder

To speak of the future is to use a language that is forever ahead of
itself, consigning things that have not yet happened to the past, to
an “already” that is forever behind itself, and in this space between
utterance and act, word after word, a chasm begins to open, and for
one to contemplate such emptiness for any length of time is to grow
dizzy, to feel oneself falling into the abyss.

— Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude

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