Today, today, today, and again today.

Today, we are older than we were yesterday. Tomorrow, we will be older than we are today. And the days keep moving, sanding down our edges, digging wrinkles into the corners of our eyes.

And at the same time, we live in an eternal now. I cannot revisit yesterday. I cannot travel to tomorrow any faster than the next sunrise.

An odd pair. The relentless motion from past to future. The constant standstill of only ever having now.


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