I may be referring to this story for years to come for the brilliant way time passes in every sentence. The point of view character can barely conceive of an action before he’s already completed it:
“He finds himself sitting in the neighborhood bar drinking a beer at about the same time that he began to think about going there for one. In fact, he has finished it. Perhaps he’ll have a second one, he thinks, as he downs it and asks for a third.”
And on it goes, through picking up a woman, having sex, dating, marrying, having children, having an affair, divorce, commiserating with his ex-wife’s new husband, being visited on his deathbed by his son, death.
Breathless: Life is short.