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Minutes and Seconds
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
(…)
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Philip Larkin, Days
After Sirius's fall, Remus left the days and moved to live in minutes and seconds.
He concentrated on little things, like the book in his hands or the dishes to wash, or the question to answer. Voices of friends grew unfamiliar, their tones changing too fast within the limited space he occupied. But he didn't miss them.
The new dwelling proved safer: the shorter perspective didn't overwhelm so much, didn't threaten to drown him in the sight of broad fields and narrow streets which awaited his feet, all equally empty. It didn't promise anything, either, just the following second, minute.