Phonemephomania

Single life blows.

Have at me.

Yeah, so I can’t sleep. I plan to be out and about by the time the sun comes up. I’ll make coffee at 6:00ish, and be working out by 7:00.

We watch it flicker back and forth like the failing light of an electric-neon sign, wisping to and fro through the aether. On a fundamental level, it hasn’t moved, it isn’t leaving, simply disappearing from sight, from senses. We all know that it rests exactly where we had just seen it, and that regardless of how dim or bright the light it radiates, the simple fact is that it will never leave.

While it is no longer visible, we watch as other objects and things occupy the same space in which it had been,  but they pass along quickly, and that first faint glimmer returns as it comes back to claim its rightful place.

Such a simple recurring thematic truth being in a state of infinite complexity seems so contradictory, but that is the nature of the beast. At some points it is there, at others it is not, but it is never fundamentally “gone”. A curiosity, an enigmatic facade of vapidity occupied in collusion for those who have not witnessed it during its visible state. But for those who have, a lingering sense that it will return, inexorably cycling through life and death, rebirth and relapse, waxing, waning in time but for no change. 

A pointless series of changes of state inevitably resolving back to the one axiomatic constant.

But then, persistence is the key. 

Time is just something that keeps me from being multiple places at once.