What if we had the opportunity to thaw, say 100 years after our death, and, for possibly only a limited time, contemplate and re-valuate our life and its historical context? Would we seek revenge or make amends?
The flow of time is a tricky thing. Can we stop or even reverse it?
This already is an intriguing topic, but Evgenij Vodolazkin in his novel The Aviator aims deeper: How does life gain meaning? Does it come from isolated actions of singular importance, or from repeating seemingly insignificant chores?
Sometimes the timelines of several people can fuse in order to tell a story.
Warmly recommended.
The Inner Frame 
Greaat post thank you
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