the crescent moon hangs in the velvety darkness as storms raze, then still, the whimpered surface, in the cycling of Being....and Nothingness.... “Temporality is obviously an organised structure, and these three so-called elements of time: past, present, future, must not be envisaged as a collection of 'data' to be added together...but as the structured moments of an original synthesis. Otherwise we shall immediately meet with this paradox: the past is no longer, the future is not yet, as for the instantaneous present, everyone knows that it is not at all: it is the limit of infinite division, like the dimensionless point.”

― Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness