"The pigeons can smell the fear.", Adam said cryptically, before wandering off into the night. His leaves drifting from him, his castle caught in the eye of a mindstorm, the grains of its sandy citadel howling in an inherited wind. He morphed into a walking haboob, buttresses flying - wildly divergent, and we averted our eyes to shield ourselves from the impending destruction. See no evil and you escape your lot. Look upon the face of it, and you become a pillar of salt; just so much seasoning for dead cityscapes and nearsighted, arthritic archaeologists dusting off the last bits of you from buried fossils & broken pottery shards.
We found him the next morning in the neighbors shed using a bicycle as a blanket. We just left him there. Any vehicle for escape would probably be welcomed by him, if & when he ever woke up. Dead or alive... was there a difference to the walking wounded? Too bad no matter how fast he pedaled, he couldn't outrun himself... but who could escape time, even if he wanted to? Some people refute the concept of time. Choosing to believe that there is no distinction between then, when and now, but they're the wannabe time travelers... with a dire desire to become bicycle thieves, spinning spokes and grinding gears. You'd think they'd know better.
The Present-Weary (as we like to call them) dream of a landscape where all moments in "time" co-exist in a steady static state, like Kodachrome colorslides, carefully stored, overlapping dimensions of space; that it is only the projectionists in our minds that play each frame in a semblance of succession; that the flow we choose is arbitrary for we can just as easily travel forward, backward or present - Hopscotching our way along. Streaming in steamy dreams, montages of moments like flash fiction narratives, 100 words or less, following no logical patterns, yet set on an irrevocable path with not two forks, but infinite forks in the road.
The idea of everyone & everything that has ever or will ever exist co-existing is seductive, it means we are always alive... We never die... Think of all those lives trapped on a cosmic film, playing for eternity on celestial screens We become the stars... movie stars... Interesting, but we knew it was untrustworthy. We wanted to navigate our own course; to be the auteur directors of our own film. Quite impossible to do, if our scripts had already been written, the stage was already set & every scene already played...
The idea of everyone & everything that has ever or will ever exist co-existing is seductive, it means we are always alive... We never die... Think of all those lives trapped on a cosmic film, playing for eternity on celestial screens We become the stars... movie stars... Interesting, but we knew it was untrustworthy. We wanted to navigate our own course; to be the auteur directors of our own film. Quite impossible to do, if our scripts had already been written, the stage was already set & every scene already played...
No, it was not box office enough for us; we would negate it.
"Let us leave theories there and return to hear's here."
Time
is a real phenomenon. The way we perceive time; however, is likely an illusion.
Only our present is real, the Past is just recorded memory and the future does not exist.
Only our present is real, the Past is just recorded memory and the future does not exist.
Now is all we've ever had, but now becomes then, before we can even say when.
We live in our memories, and die in our future which is why the future must never exist.
We live in our memories, and die in our future which is why the future must never exist.
Acknowledging the future is Certainty's death wish.
Just ask Adam who still sees pigeons in his wake, all broasted in fear, logic like burnt feathers tickling his mind's colorless void, waiting for his slow fade to black.
