fiction, unclear what it is, let it flow.
to write with no restraints, besides that of time, is to put oneself in this zen position of sorts where nothing matters, and yet time exists, time as you will remember is change, it signifies life and death, death because time is the death of the moment that was, what you are now is a different you from the moment before, reconstituted into one whole self due to laws of nature, but eventually your ability to reconstitute won't remain.
we are dying, every single moment, but we you fail to reassemble, into one true self, coherent and meaningful do we lose our mortal identity, it is not one moment of death, but one that began since birth and goes on forever
so time is death then, and time is change, and change is death of what was, and what was will never be the same, not in the exact same way
the world moves on, sansar chalayaman cha, time waits for none,
and with that one single moment when one dares write, to put thoughts into words, to create new out of no pressure or rush besides that one of constant death, one frees the self to peek into alternative worlds, circumstances that might have been, could be, but not, as one might expect in a regretful way, but with wonder,
a wonder at the possibilities of what things might be
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