on a whiteboard:
time is flexible with space. as speeds change, the fabric of spacetime reflects its own vulnerability. its impermanence. if the solidity of space and time is not to be assumed, then what is?
riddling. each moment in your eyes carries reflections of my sodded memories, aching up from the grave. you kill them all.
you have the pieces i left behind, tore out and given to a god who spread them across the continents.
its just a myth, lodged in our memory. but we are the shadows of each other.
we are bound in the contrast that sings only when the differential is perfect, and it sings.