“Time is not the hard restriction to which we keep, always aware of where we stand in its relation. No, it is fluid and it flows around, over, through me, barely stroking my consciousness as my awereness of the world around me is swept away. Pulled away, a million smooth points of contact creating eddies and wakes, pulling at me, twisting me, turning me, leaving me a turbulent obstacle in a previously laminar and utterly silent force. I leave Terra to flirt with Chronos, dizzy, free, no longer bound and in this moment no clear cut conflict or desire for my liberation either.” ~A friend who wishes to remain anonymous.
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