1. Accidentally, I discover the knack of moving time forward, it's like flicking through movies on a DVD machine, before I know it, I've reached the final scene, my life flashing in front of me, trying to wind it back. 2. I wake up, thinking about it again, the worst thing in the world, I drop it like a stone that falls back, landing on me, the only ground it knows, gradually it's wearing me out from the inside, making a ravine. 3. Drinking, I give them a drink too, the dead voices, circling all around me, who settle down and seem alive again, talking like they'd never left and reaching out to touch me, the way they used to do.