Mission

I'm trying to write a short piece of flash fiction everyday from whatever pops into my head at the time. It'll mainly be rambling unsubtle crap but hey, at least its something right?

Monday, 29 November 2021

Hiding Quietly in the Night

One can see time as comparable to space. It surrounds everything, it affects everything, it is, in essence, everything. We may see it linearly or as a wheel, but it is most accurately described as an endless expanse, reaching out in all directions simultaneously but leaving us on steel tracks, tracks that drag us along, like a rickety cart through a haunted house.

Time may be infinite, a layer under or around space, but it gives us just one single direction and with just the slightest push it sets us off along the road. Sometimes we might be able to make out the endless plain with its empty stretches reaching out all around, filled with the paths untaken. But we quickly hide them again and carry on, out into the unknown stretches in front of us and along the new paths that we hope one day to choose for ourselves.

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