Sensations words and memories continually derail trains of thought. Everything is distance. The dreams of mechanisms are criminals articulated for action separated from the process of realization. Relativistic cultures fast forward. Infinity's a two-way street and you are the second person trying to get across.
Unpunctuated desires punctuate diminishing shelf-lives.
Life has become a zed and two noughts. Time is a work of fiction. The events described here including the appearance of Willard Scott are purely imaginary. The whole day was a story-book day.