Limbo
Originally Uploaded here by AllenHsu
I'm losing my ability to tell time, referring to all past events as yesterday even when I know they weren't. Those moments-prior are divided cleanly into those that exist and those that don't. Sometimes it seems like those that do not outnumber those that do, although my ability to distinguish, no matter their visceral appeal, means I don't question my sanity. Limbo, where time and events blur, watching the old book close and the new one appear. Like the rain, right on cue, blurring off with indecision into the future. Treading water in a sea of uncertainty, like a cloud of probability.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Stars - Set Yourself On Fire (album d/l)