Presently we go into an imaginary future of present moments. An endless stream of constant now. We dream and project some other place and call it future with the hopes that it may, one day, be now.
Mareseatoatsanddoeseatoatsbutlittlelambseativy.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
almost perfect, but...
we call it future and think it exists. As I read, I don't know that I have the sense to even know I am hoping. Beast that I am, I think that the world will exist in time to complete the next keytrok
Post a Comment