All that existed that made this place mine is gone. The people, the buildings, the sounds and smells. What’s left no longer belongs to me. I’m a time traveler, slipping in and out like an archaeologist, hoping I will find clues to forgotten secrets, or guideposts to future destinations. I find neither. You can no more hold the past in your hand than you can see tomorrow.
The Autobiography of F.B.I. Special Agent Dale Cooper: My Life, My Tapes, by Scott Frost