if time is something you invented to mark life’s sequence of events,
what is passing if not seconds?
what is waiting if not us?
i hear a penitent click on the wooden clock and think,
there is no click,
there are no seconds,
the future is an island where we send our one-day selves, that they may live there peacefully and work to learn their worth.
2 comments:
For some strange reason I thought of you when I saw this-
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2e8ZcL/blog.makezine.com/archive/2011/07/a-tiny-toothpick-treehouse-in-a-bitty-broccoli-tree.html
i love it!
whenever i see miniature things, i can't wait for the shrinker machine to come to pass.
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