Dan Quinn stared deeply into the darkness in his office. He spent his career trying to be one step ahead. Now he was at a loss as he rocked in his desk chair. How long had he been there thinking? Minutes? Hours? Even days? After four seasons with the Falcons, time has been less an indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future, but merely a cyclical, repeating social construct.
“It’s like a flat circle and that gets me fired up. But only because I’ve been fired up before,” Quinn thought to himself.