… some time ago – I made this image, and called it time
Don’t remember why
We count our days and hours, have numbers as symbols, use them for time passing by, trying to make the world around us understandable, catchable, maybe even meaningful? We cut our lives in smaller pieces, days, hours, minutes, seconds…
fragments of what actually isn’t
simple puzzle. ten pieces. so what do we do, when we rock around the clock?
fear big bang?
blow our minds in the wind?
Sometimes feeling outdated,
bored until the limit of time,
don’t want this
don’t want that
chasing fractals in the sun
ending up with the cold side of the moon
slicked to the bosom
just keep on being