Regret in Real Time

Regret in real time
Leelila finally came to town, and we had a quick dinner at Paris Commune. Then she dropped me back to the office to crank through some more work.

This is an upside-down way to live. Leelila will be in my life when I’m eighty, I hope. Vindigo won’t. Why then do I act as though it were the other way around?