People love love. This post is about love, but is not love. There is no feeling in it. Perhaps, after some time, it will get some. Who knows. I had in mind something I want to say, but the moment has gone and now it seems like history. For those who know love, there is no history. In fact, their "future" is history to the rest of us. Sounds weird, well it is. They experience time backwards, but they will never tell you this because their word for "history" refers to the same time as is it does for us clock-dwellers, only they are coming from the future and entering into history, just like a video played backwards. They "remember" their future and call it "history".
Sometimes people change direction, zigzagging in and out of the present like some strange jumper being knitted and pulled apart constantly changing style and colour and reinventing itself. Endless possibilities playing themselves out.
Out of possibilities. The clock is zooming forward and i'm getting tired. Bring on a new day yesterday.
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