Twirl

Dashing, time.

Sitting silently, nailed to the screen that brings me to lives.

Humans born, go to school, get a job, lose a job, get married, have kids, have fun, get divorce, live happily ever after, die.

a second changes.

Existence is flowering, soon it will have a fragrant smell. Everywhere.

A single line carries everyone’s little world, brings it to bifurcate, clash, or simply walk straight.

anticipation rises, words reign back.

Who is the author and what authority he has over his remark. Who is the creator and what authority he has over his creation.

Talking to themselves, to others, to God, gods, non-god, companion species, objects. the so-called nature. Emptiness.

Walking briskly, and talk. Talk. Talk. Talk.
Walk. Walk. Walk.

Bang! Chaos in here. Swoosh…swoosh… i.e. moving with a rushing sound.

I am twirling. Or are they twirling. Or are we all twirling?

In a twinkling of an eye, I find myself as a rock. While others have gone away to the dream lands. Literally.




---- the photo is taken with a hand-held camera by someone who is twirling.