it's morning the fog lies so heavy the sun hasn't the strength to lift the thick haze from its moorings there is little breeze so nothing moves except the slow rolling waves lapping the sand time pauses waiting for something to catch up but there is nothing but more time which swallows everything
01/05/2009
Slow, but relentless, and in the end, a hell of a faster than we could ever move. Really nicely done, man.
A fascinating thought at the end - almost like time with its tale in its mouth, spinning, spinning....