Something shimmering in the water. A sharp steel’s edge sits benith the surface. Hoping to be worthy, I muster my strenght and reach into the water.
Today, the 13th of august at dawn, I bought a ticket to a show. Words written in ink. Seat number 13 was the only thing I could decipher. I did not know what to expect before reciving the ticket, nor when I sat down awaiting the curtains to arise.
Time. My time. Linear.
All to perceive, the present.
Journal, from a 200kilometers hike throught Nordkalotten.
Today, the 13th of august at dawn, I bought a ticket to a show. Ink scrawled on paper, and all I could make out was the number for my seat. I did not know what to expect before reciving the ticket, nor when I sat down awaiting the curtains to arise. All to perceive, the present.
Time carelessly keeps moving, uncontrollably. It dosent care man. seriously. And, yo, thats okay. Thats life, it just… passes.
"The days run away like wild horses over the hills."