Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
To a certain extent he took comfort in the inevitable and when they sat down to dinner he could already, a little, look upon her as a lovely fragment of his past, and he was filled with solemn emotion. Past and present always played special games on Mihaly, lending each other color and flavor. He loved to relocate himself in the past, at one precise point, and from that perspective re-assemble is present life: for example, “What would I have made of Florence if I had come here at sixteen?” and this reordering would always give the present moment a richer charge of feeling. But it could also be done the other way around, converting the present into the past: “What fine memories I will have, ten years from now, of once having been to Florence with Erzsi…what will such memories hold, what associations of feeling which I cannot guess at this moment?”
-Antal Szerb. Journey by moonlight.