The Glassmaker

by Tracy Chevalier

People who make things also have an ambiguous relationship with time. Painters, writers, wood-carvers, knitters, weavers and, yes, glassmakers: creators often enter an absorbed state that psychologists call flow, in which hours pass without their noticing. Readers, too.

It’s surprisingly hard to gauge the rate at which time passes—whether it moves faster for others than it does for you.

you never recover from losing someone; you just learn to accommodate the hole it makes in you.