Light Perpetual: 'Heartbreaking . . . a boundlessly rich novel.' Telegraph

That’s time for you. It breaks things up. It scatters them. It cannot be run backwards, to summon the dust to rise, any more than you can stir milk back out of tea. Once sundered, forever sundered. Once scattered, forever scattered. It’s irreversible.

Do we move in time, or does it move us?