Friday there was an exhibit opening. There was a glass storefront, a crowd of observers and several machines. There were two friends, and I stayed for an hour before the crowd sent me home on a wave of indifference. The train was delayed, which often happens when I forget to bring a book.
I took a photo: COLLISION14
I’m learning how to manufacture time. It’s like printing money that you stitch together into a ribbon that wraps the Earth a dozen times, single-sided tender to pay for those shoes you use to walk backwards over your own footsteps, leaking ink onto your map, the ocean eroding your monolithic birthday cake into beach sand.
Pity the hands. They feel it first, just before they seize up and stop feeling anything.
