Be was were been 2

Nabokov had such a passage, about a man who went
into existential horror at the sight of a photograph of an empty baby stroller intended for him and
photographed before his birth.
The stroller is there, and there is no one in it yet. 
There are two abysses in life before and after.
But the second one is only realized - the edge of the grave.
What about the first? The baby buggy is was, but I'm not was in the world.
It's incomprehensible
Everything was, there been no me.
(But now everything is all right at last.)

The feeling is easily reproducible this.
I listen to the record, but I was not yet in the world that year.

seem don't need to flirt with such themes too much,
or quickly get to the bottom play of it.
But Ultima Thule is out there somewhere.

And here hoard treasure I found yet:

“And as their talk wore on, and Gant heard the
spectre moan of the wind, he was entombed in
loss and darkness, and his soul plunged
downward in the pit of night, for he saw that he
must die a stranger — that all, all but these
triumphant Pentlands, who banqueted on death
— must die.”

I cried. But this not the end, there more afterward.
I love it "before" and "after" combined with all the "to be's". (I forgot how many tenses there are. Perfect I know, it's written on the sleeve of my sweatshirt big letters, so no one can doubt it.)