Time has passed, flowed by, rolled on, blown away, and we pass with it - what am I saying? - like smoke in a strong wind. We ask ourselves what time might actually be, about which we say that everything glides and runs by with it - ask ourselves with a tenacious naïveté that borders… Continue reading like smoke in a strong wind
Tag: time
dust
Dust is what connects the dreams of yesteryear with the touch of nowadays. It is the aftermath of the collapse of illusions, a powdery cloud that rises abruptly and then begins falling on things, gently covering their bright, polished surfaces ... Dust makes plapable the elusive passing of time, the infinite pulverized particles that constitute… Continue reading dust
Across the evening sky
the need for reflection, for making sense of our transient condition, is time's paradoxical gift to us, and possibly the best consolation for its ultimate power Eva Hoffman, Time (Profile, 2011), p. 11
Late Voice 