It’s 3 o’clock on a Saturday. Saturn-Day, as in Saturn, the great teacher. We’ve arrived. The grandfather clock behind the reception desk stands still, frozen at some previous, unspecified 4 o’clock. Looking closely, I make out the phrase on its face: tempus fugit. “Sed fugit interea, fugit inreparabile tempus, singular dum capti circumvectamur amore” Virgil, Georgics “Fugit inreparabile tempus” (It escapes, irretrievable time), wrote the...
Anahita in Love