Even if stationary for some time, We are in a play that is never complete, Our arrival or return path continues forever uncertain, While the place we call the "definitive" always remains inaccessible.
We are not free of a persistent sense of transience and uncertainty, As well as the provisional nature of any settlement in flux and transition.
Liquid times are against himself, the pattern of exclusionary practices. Different currencies in a world of blocks in recycling, Open world for money, but closed for people. Dying capitalism hungry, Died of starvation for having eaten the last grazing humanity.
Sometimes goodbye, and all the time! Flows and transitions in that our time, Do not know when it is transitory or permanent.
