Time Travel

Cooking and eating at the table alone is a welcomed rarity.

Solid.  Rocks stay the same.  Life passes by but the rocks remain the same.

Voices.  Words.  A mixture of sounds is one of the most powerful weapons or tools.  These sounds that turn into meaning...impacting actions, feelings...etc

4/10/19

That's that date when the above was written...including the title. A few scattered thoughts and ideas that never fully formed as the days passed like seconds and in a few hours 2019 was gone.  This title fits.  Time travel.  That's what 2019 was...a blink or maybe two.  Now shocked into a new year I am certain I am dreaming.  2020.  What?  2019 was the first year I missed writing at least one post.  Maybe it will be symbolic of the year that didn't exist, but was a leap from one time to the next.  

A blackhole.

A blackhole. That is what time and life is like.  A strange reality of both the long, never ending day and the rapidly evaporating years.  There no true measurement.  It's unknown and not understood.  A march that keeps going with no escape to the future or the past.  Nothing can leave.