the torture chamber, amazon-jungle in rurre

The bus ride was 22 hours. On the bus, watching the erosion of time was a console to the mind. For I knew the torment of the bus would soon erode away with the disintegration of time.

There is certain experience you only enjoy at the moment (e.g. a beach resort) and others you enjoy it when you think about it after. It is like freezing a certain portion of time and keep it inside a refrigerator. I didn't enjoy the bus ride at that moment but I knew if I kept that particular portion of time in my refrigerator, I probably would enjoy the feeling somehow.