A Bag of Thoughts

give some space, some thought to be entertained, where there is no, gravitational field, look at my boat. it is making me drag awaaaay, but wait, I will be flooded away, I’m hungry, for motion, it is immaterial, because of the speed, row the boat straight, until the velocity is zero, what I mean is, one is coming back, no motion, O, boatman, What traffic?

during the time when today is slowing dissolving into tomorrow, during that time, we were on a journey, putting one foot in front of the other but without running, we were walking, in a line  the cloak of absence of noise  was our armor, our sheath. In a short time, our weight was no longer supported by our legs we were sitting and thousands of  pinpricks of light infinitesimal glowing balls of helium looked down on us  and it was under their protection I fell asleep breathing there was the smell of refuse, of water and mud, of grass and silence, the world fell away. In this blackness, the river was outstandingly white against the steel mountains and the night sky was an array of light pollution, the city, it partied  as we lay here and every tick was our refuge. with rocks as pillows, we listened to our heartbeats, afraid that this moment was coming to an end, when it did. “When...