“RIGHT HERE AND NOW, as an old friend used to say, we are in the fluid present, where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect vision. . . . Right here and now, the hour is just past six A.M., and the sun stands low in the cloudless eastern sky, a fat, confident, yellow-white ball advancing as ever for the first time toward the future and leaving in its wake the steadily accumulating past, which darkens as it recedes, making blind men of us all.” (p. 1)
Stephen King and Peter Straub
Black House
