Thinking about time;
does it pass in a straight
line?
It feels crooked like
a sentence, yet its
connotations point at
something divine…
Using the world
as a mural, each stroke
a fraction of a second
covering the canvas of
time
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
Thinking about time;
does it pass in a straight
line?
It feels crooked like
a sentence, yet its
connotations point at
something divine…
Using the world
as a mural, each stroke
a fraction of a second
covering the canvas of
time
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