On this late afternoon, in these few moments while the sun is nestled in a snowy hollow of the Alps, a person could sit beside the lake and contemplate the texture of time. Hypothetically, time might be smooth or rough, prickly or silky, hard or soft. But in this world, the texture of time happens to be sticky. Portions of towns become stuck in some moment in history and do not get out. So, too, individual people become stuck in some point of their lives and do not get free.
Einstein’s Dreams, Alan Lightman
Time, like so many other things, is difficult to describe. This book is an interpretation of that definition – thirty different accounts of the structure of time. It’s beautiful, ephemeral, ethereal, and moving.