Where would we like to go?
I can do what I bloody well like!
We will have dreams but will they come true?
The past must not mortgage the future.
But what is it that’s forgiven?
Time is reversible.
That which is lost is found.
What is memory but a rope slung across time?
Neither of them could move towards the other.
Time can’t unhappen but it can be unlost. Can it?
Now it’s started we’d better finish it.
Not the past, not the future, this now.
In the small space they occupy their own time is real.
Life can’t unhappen.
The past was always in front of him like a river he couldn’t cross.
These nothings are nothing.
That’s what happens as you get older; everything is a long time ago.
I have to do this part by myself.
Gone Fishin’ Part Two
Gone Fishin’
The rush of time that passes so slowly and so fast.
The present that disappears like water over the waterfall.
He knew how to think about himself.
Why do we do the things we do?
Walking like a statue through a statue garden.
There’s no one out on the streets except us.
Birds sing. Fish swim. Time passes.
The constant anxiety of being human.
The constant effort of being human.
It looked like a house in a story.
I think about time because I don’t understand it.
Gone Fishin’
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