Five twelve
.. by @d-pend .
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The clock reads 555. Whether morning or evening no longer matters. Whether winding down already, when it seemed but a minute since waking, or re-kindling the flames from midnight coals — the common denominator is fuel, consumption, performance, gear, and the tending to the continued working condition of the engine powering the vehicle — whose headlights, clear or bleary eyes, read the clock's numerals: an Arabian inheritance of figures marching across vision's field, mechanics embued by light, unfolding in two-dimensioned simulation of specific relevance. The clock reads SSS.
A post-it note on the astral refrigerator reads 888, now —4 _ , then 5╊S, 3∞┑, etc. in endless variations, displayed in rightangled font, morphing; indistinct precision of data transformed upon every blink, so focused on externals, not noticing the breath always breathed, the blood always pumped through organic pipeworks, the fire of the homunculi-kiln. Aberrations trigger awareness. Halts in smooth-flow upspike, make potholes in mindcrete, justifications for systematic self-sabotage — to pay penance for privileges taken for granted — even figuratively spit upon, spurned and stamped down under a worn sole, ground into the misleadingly static gravel of worlds being blown about by change while no one's watching, aeons playing hide-and-seek with humanity, giggling at the frustration of motor-impaired giants clumsy with habit and belief's limit.
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by @d-pend for HIVE_
on Aug. 28, 2020
We give meaning to time @tipu curate 3
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From what I understand here, I see a complexity to the meaning we originally attribute to time. I love the boisterous explorations of images that was created in the images you've painted. Whether morning or evening but no longer matters
Time of course is what we will it for our lives, our experience and our core existence as well. It doesn't necessarily prune us, we of course explore it and gives it diverse essence.
Cheers for writing Dan. It's beautiful
Times usually stops when one starts reading your post at the same time engage in your meditation. Aeons pass and what is true stands the test of time.
Time does heal some wounds.
El tiempo es el regalo.
Time is not money but life.
Enjoy