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Oct 25
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0 and repeat]

We
fit toge
ther seamlessly
like the numbers on
a digital alarm clock,
moving without hesi
tation, from one figure to
the next, a movement of time transi
tioning,  unsettling, unnotica

bly building on and constructing ourselves
within the construction of time
itself. We are the only
static constant, the on
ly reliable source:
time keeps moving
forward, and
so will
we —
Last night, when I couldn't fall asleep, I was staring at the numbers on my alarm clock, and I saw the numbers change. The numbers go past so frequently but it's only when we're paying attention that we see them. Yet they move and change whether we are watching them or not. We all do the same.  We are all still moving forward in our own ways beyond the scrutiny of others. This thought of inevitable movement and passing of time provided me with enough of a sense of security to fall asleep. I hope it offers you a similar peace.
Written by
Luca Scarrott  21/Non-binary
(21/Non-binary)   
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