b: Yes, it is a rocket with a nuclear fission propulsed motor that is constantly moving forward and leaving a tracer in the space-time fabric. That fabric is where we exist, not in time, but in the constant passage of time. Time was here, would read the graffiti if time had any interest in street art, but unfortunately speed is truly its only thing and it doesn’t care about anything else.
a: Holy shit... time flies.
(this scene repeats six times)
16. Nov. 2020
Where do we go from here?... And me?
09. Jan. 2020
Getting there. Really. I promise.
22. May. 2019
Developing a theory on the the symbiotic relationship between self inflicted agony and the unstoppable desire to amass material possesions.