More Madness
Another extremely unreliable narrator because of being bonkers. I followed my pencil and this is where it lead me.
Time is always a beautiful, graceful woman to me. Here she is again.
https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/dancing-with-time
and another one about time.
https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/time-to-kill
More Madness Sitting here surveying my imperial domains. To the East I have, at this time, nothing to report. All is well, quite shipshape and in general good order. On the other hand, looking West the situation is in such great disarray that one can only speculate on the precise moment of impact of the plane and the train. When will they collide? Which one will give way? Will they both disintegrate? My money is on the train but they each have an irresistible force, the train its mass, the plane its speed. There is a frenzy of betting, players running back and forth, the odds going up and down, everything in constant movement. Only Time will tell… or not. She is quite busy at the concession stand, doing a brisk business. She’s on duty tonight and probably the only one who really knows when the popcorn is done and can do it without even looking. She is rarely wrong and even then she’s never off by much. Of the collision, she cares not a bit. It is the speculation that thrills her.
“It is the speculation
that thrills her. “ - the power of poetry.
De plane! De plane!