Wanting to freeze the moment. Hold on to it just a while longer.
Time never stops, but our world circulates with the seasons. Sun and moon, life and death.
We struggle to accept the linear progress of time, continuing beyond our existance.
Things fall apart, they end, disappear, and we live in this inertia,
moving it forward with our very existence.
Putting this wheel in motion, then discovering its hidden surprise,
contrasts with the confinement of movement deep in its gears.
When I move the wheel no more, the picture stops moving.
When I sleep, the world stands still. When I am no more, so is this world.
- 2020 -