The future is fastidious and punctual. It keeps perfect time and arrives everywhere on the dot.
In contrast, its slacker brother the past has no use for clocks or appointments. It comes and goes
as it pleases in our memory, camping out wherever the hell it damn well wants to in there.
Untrustworthy, prone to exaggeration, biased— you wouldn’t lend it ten cents, but it sure can be charming and seductive when it feels like it.