i don't know what i'm doing.
where i am going.
all i know, is that it is very fast.
very.
...
s=d/t
this keeps rolling through my mind. especially while i am driving.
speed is distance over time. the wonder of this standstill spin of the earth.
daylight and daybreak and nightlight and nightbreak.
even if i don't move, then the earth still does.
and even if the earth and i cease to move, i still age.
time isn't sunshine and nightdull.
time is a steady decaying in me.
my body is time. the speed by distance.
and everything around me. our bodies bore of working.
of movement. of healing. of sleeping and waking.
Haruki Murakami said in Norwegian Wood that we breathe in death
like a fine dust. it builds in our lungs. seeps to our blood stream.
hardens over our veins and muscles. settles in us to settle us.
stiffening us. preparing us for that long casket dream.
how kind it is, then. i suppose.
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