look constantly

It is too easy to begin a text with the word 'I'. It is too easy to be looking constantly and killing minutes as if they meant nothing. It is too easy to be breaking life into smaller and smaller percentages until you are left with time in its most useless form; abstract pieces that are too soon over, that are too soon replaced by the next. It is too easy to land yourself with no reason. It is too easy to forget, to distract, to obsess. It is too easy to launch yourself into that charming future, with all its promise and possibility, with all its unending size and unexplored space. It is too easy to launch yourself into a dimension in which you hold no weight. It is too easy to run with your head three paces ahead of your frail shape (it is impossible). It is too easy to live one-hundred and seventy three centimetres above the ground (we are impossible), with a face in low clouds, advancing toward the future, breaking off (like time), breaking up (like people), becoming small and useless like human bodies when they start to shrink.




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