The opposite of waiting

He has never satisfactorily explained, Gla., what he was doing stood outside the French Institute that time at ten o'clock in the evening. I thought that, like me, he must have just come out of Andrei Rublev, but he had no idea it was on. He seemed shifty. He was waiting, evidently. It could not have been drugs. He has never taken or been interested in stimulants of that sort. I had an idea it was something altogether more criminal. But I have avoided asking him about it for perhaps 10 years. I reminded him the other night but he just laughed and chnaged the subject - 'how can you watch Tarkovsky anyway?'. 'You have to forget time. It is not at all like waiting, for instance. Not at all like that. Perhaps the opposite.'