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The mechanical ticking of the aural pulse, pervading the silence like a pendulum clock - drumming away the hours - drumming away the years making you desperate for irregular change but nothing irregular can ever survive; things, it seems, change so quickly, so violently, but not a beat out of time; and Time - it will not budge - it will not die.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Metronome
The mechanical ticking of the aural pulse, pervading the silence like a pendulum clock - drumming away the hours - drumming away the years making you desperate for irregular change but nothing irregular can ever survive; things, it seems, change so quickly, so violently, but not a beat out of time; and Time - it will not budge - it will not die.
nevena
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Belgrade
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
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