The Rectory’s façade Universidad Autónoma de México, México
If I had to bet my money on either Death or Time: I would place it all on the second one of them. This I can say without a trace of doubt in my mind.
I’ve never run into a stiff. I haven’t seen them, but I can imagine them; those poor ghosts running around like lost souls. Meanwhile, Time devours them still, for anyhow, he has more than enough time to do it. I can visualize them as the years run past, everyday becoming paler, until they finally end up almost transparent, a shadow of what once they were.
And, what can be said about their memories? Surely, Time has pinched them, for if he had a Mom; she wouldn’t be safe from him either.