On Anchors
Time is quite interesting.
The flow might change based on the course of your action.
On Anchors
If I move now, the moment is perfected. That's why sometimes I'd simply like to freeze. But it goes on, and every day I walk the same path to work again. The narrow alleys of the old town are so beautifully etched in the rays of the rising sun. A carpet of colorful leaves covers the cobblestones, and lone leaves dance in the gentle wind. If I keep walking now, I'll be there soon. I see the same people as always, and I follow them with my gaze. There's that girl in the blue top. Our eyes meet, and that is meant to be my anchor.
Time could be like the current on the open sea. I writhe and am afraid of drowning. An anchor holds me fast. The current pulls past me, and I linger. But if I do not drift, there will be no change either. Everything stays the same, and little by little it grows cold. The ice numbs my senses, and only when I weigh anchor do I slowly drift onward into a warmer stream. Then I writhe and am afraid of drowning.
tbc