Only each moment is constant, while chronology does not exist and tense is fluid and variable. Brossard's celebration of subjectivity means that the patriarchal concept of linear time is elided.
Duration is the only relevant link on a chain of embodied emotions.
She is not in opposition to but apart from the arrow of 'progress' that has demanded her exclusion from the annals of time. Women's history has been a string of frozen moments where she was powerless to act and was largely silenced. The long spiral dissolves time. Each second is no more than an image. I open the book.