Situations, histories, memories, thoughts and fantasies... they all clamor for my attention. I just want them to fade away. These thoughts either reside in the past or the future. What is of the essence is the present. The immediate. The now. But even then, it just takes a split second to separate the future from the now, and the now from the past.
My words. Such triviality. So much weight that falls deftly on the ground. Plonk. Artlessly maneuvered and terribly executed. I am ashamed of my scholastic training.
Feeling nostalgic. Feeling empty. Feeling weird. Wondering what it is that makes people tick. And in the reverse vein, what is it that makes people not. If human beings could all be fitted with a quartz crystal, maybe we would make better communicators. Right now, we're a mesh of analog and digital clocks, some running on battery, some on solar and some on motion. The others...? I think most of the rest have just stopped functioning altogether.
