Lines of days. Days dine at the buffet most days. Old slow-moving days.
There's a group of days from 1976. October 1992 shuffling there. Bright
January 1987, snorting coke in the corner and talking animatedly about
many subjects, skipping over the surfaces of subjects like pondstones.

Linen days line the dunes. Nanoseconds in the dunes, like little tiny
lizardeyes. Tiny licking lizardeyes, the eyes of time, the nanos run in
sandflea hordes down the backs of the dunes. This is all hourglass sand -
- an endless sea of hourglass sand.

Hourglass glands, the hourglands fill with sand, like birds' crops.