Hedegger's Gewurfenheit, thrownness, is more evident in relation to time than to space in respect of finding yourself within worlding. This is because in time you think of yourself in duration, or in an overlapping series of durations, but you never experience a duration, only the present moment, now. It's true that you also only ever experience here, but since you can travel and retravel over what conveniently appears to be the same span, there is a freedom in space which is unimaginable in time, although, novels, memoirs, histories strive to do so, with a pardoxical kind of almost success. If you anticipate a pleasant experience, say a concert, it always seems in retrospect to have not quite happened, no matter how elated you might be afterwards. It was only a series of nows, and looking closely these form no sort of continuity. It is as if you were dropped into time, but there can never be a moment when that happened. The intimation of timelessness that belongs to the present moment never goes away and cannot be reconciled with duration which only exists in memory or anticipation, in other words, in pure imagination.