Time, like water, is fluid. One does
not look back in time, as if it were
a road into the distance, with
milestones punctuating memory.
Like water, one looks into time,
through it, distance measured
in depth, in imprecision, in obscurity.
Time, like water, is fluid. One does
not look back in time, as if it were
a road into the distance, with
milestones punctuating memory.
Like water, one looks into time,
through it, distance measured
in depth, in imprecision, in obscurity.