““Is that how it goes with writing? That as long as you are writing, no time is ever completely in the past? Is this the fate that befalls all writers--to flow backward, in present tense, into a time of pain, like a salmon migrating upstream, swimming against the current back to where it started, struggling through waterfalls, carrying a deep wound inside its belly, risking its own life. It returns, taking the same route back, tracking its own trail, travelling that singular path.””
