As we stand and stare at history, we wish that we could look away
We tend to think of our lives in dramatic terms. We tend to divide it mentally into neat episodes, punctuated by significant events like the entrances and exits of sitcom characters. Perhaps it's even a useful mental habit, breaking down life as it does into somewhat more manageable chunks. Within the framework of a number of episodes which may be interconnected, but are nevertheless in some way separate, we feel secure that after the camera cuts away, we can start again, if not from scratch, at least not from exactly where we left off. Continuity, at times, feel a like a terrible burden.