Step, pass, past. That step that happens. That step that advances towards the past that he constructs, in passing, in his passing. A past that does not leave or one in which you are always entering through the false door of the present. A past that is always one step away, that always takes the step in what is happening, that goes beyond the future in the (last) way of being. By the way and in passing: time. And with him the space where he passes each time, at each (a) hour. Already.