But the past did not want to stay the past, and in its hunger it started to tear off pieces of the present with its dull cracked teeth, swallowing them one by one, gorging faster and faster, faster than the present grew, until it stopped, and was swallowed whole, and the present was no more. But the hunger stayed, and the teeth moved, and the future beckoned.
That is why I am scared. Because of the past, devouring the future.