it is propellant
some days a hidden rip tide
Time keeps us current
Some nights I find myself amazed at simple things. When I admit to being amazed by them, it makes me sound like a
Like tonight I am amazed that time just
moves forward. You can't stop it. You can't hurry it. It's just a
steadfast march. Sometimes it seems like it's carrying you forward in a flash flood, sometimes it feels like you're in a tar pit. And yet, there is always forward progress.
Want to stop time? Too bad. Want to pause it for a while? No go. Want to speed it up? Can't do it. Want to close your eyes and ignore it? Impossible.
Gravity, sugar ants and Time. Omnipresent.
Tonight I feel like I'm on a moving sidewalk. It's not going fast, it's not going slow, it's just going. Going going going. Taking me to a future that's clouded over in some kind of movie set mist. What's behind the mist? Won't know til I get right in it. But I'm getting close to it because I feel the spray on my face.
The Spray of Things to Come.
The Spray of the Future.
The Aquanet of Fate.
This post is beginning to sound like a conversation between a pothead and himself while he eats pancakes at Denny's at 3 am. That's usually a sign I need to stop contemplating Things and start thinking about watching a TV show. Time might not actually pass faster that way, but it will seem like it.
Veronica Mars, Season One, I command you to make me stop talking like an idiot!