There is a plastic chair outside the manager's office where you sit to cancel a membership.
I sat in it one afternoon in the October and did not cancel,
and did not come back either, for twenty-three months.

The most valuable thing I own started in that chair.
I would undo it if I could. I would be poorer. I would still undo it.

Both of those hold at once and I have stopped trying to make them agree.
Somebody who has only ever gone forwards has nothing to say to a person standing still.

The Book of the Fallen — Return 66:6