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leftyderek · 03-06-2006, 08:39 PM

I wrote it a while ago in my blog. And I thought you guys might be interested in reading it. I don't think it's serious enough to go to tilted philosophy or good enough to go to literature- but if the mods think it should be moved, go ahead

Then again, it's really only some random, incomplete thoughts of a physically 19 years old and mentally probabaly 15 or less years old boy.
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'What is,' he thinks, 'the speed of time?' The young man is sitting under a huge Maple tree. Phoebus is having his day off and Zeus's the sub for the day. Sitting next to a napping Elk, Kered is deep in his thoughts while staring at the falling raindrops...

'It is so strange. When you are counting the days it goes so slowly, and when you gave up counting for a reason or another, time just starts dashing pass you.' The voice in his head goes on talking. The scarier thing is, the young man is turning 20 in roughly half a year's time. An Elk wakes up and slowly turns his head to the young man, staring at him with lazy, blank eyes, trying to figure out if it should start to run for its life. 'What the hell, even if I talk to humans they are not gonna understand my words anyway,' so the young man starts talking to the Elk, 'have you ever thought about that? We are like some kind of weird filters for time. When it is flowing towards us, it seems so, you know, smooth, or even sticky- like melted chocolate. Slow and steady. And then for some mysterious reasons once time hits us and goes through us, strange things happen to it.' Strangely enough, the Elk is still looking at the boy as if it is genuinely intrigued. The Elk made a confused sound. 'Yes, strange things. Like, it suddenly becomes some sort of light, quick material. Probably a stream of wild clouds, or water, or gas. You can't catch it, and when you look back at it, it's trying its very damn best to run away from you, as fast and as far as possible... oh.'

The rain stopped. The Elk walks towards the young man and nudges the young man gently, gesturing that he should go on its back. 'You wanna take me out for a ride? Sure thing!'
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03-06-2006, 08:39 PM	#1 (permalink)
leftyderek Crazy Location: Currently Canada. I have been in Norway in the last two years, and in Hong Kong before Norway.	Speed of time...? I wrote it a while ago in my blog. And I thought you guys might be interested in reading it. I don't think it's serious enough to go to tilted philosophy or good enough to go to literature- but if the mods think it should be moved, go ahead Then again, it's really only some random, incomplete thoughts of a physically 19 years old and mentally probabaly 15 or less years old boy. ------------- 'What is,' he thinks, 'the speed of time?' The young man is sitting under a huge Maple tree. Phoebus is having his day off and Zeus's the sub for the day. Sitting next to a napping Elk, Kered is deep in his thoughts while staring at the falling raindrops... 'It is so strange. When you are counting the days it goes so slowly, and when you gave up counting for a reason or another, time just starts dashing pass you.' The voice in his head goes on talking. The scarier thing is, the young man is turning 20 in roughly half a year's time. An Elk wakes up and slowly turns his head to the young man, staring at him with lazy, blank eyes, trying to figure out if it should start to run for its life. 'What the hell, even if I talk to humans they are not gonna understand my words anyway,' so the young man starts talking to the Elk, 'have you ever thought about that? We are like some kind of weird filters for time. When it is flowing towards us, it seems so, you know, smooth, or even sticky- like melted chocolate. Slow and steady. And then for some mysterious reasons once time hits us and goes through us, strange things happen to it.' Strangely enough, the Elk is still looking at the boy as if it is genuinely intrigued. The Elk made a confused sound. 'Yes, strange things. Like, it suddenly becomes some sort of light, quick material. Probably a stream of wild clouds, or water, or gas. You can't catch it, and when you look back at it, it's trying its very damn best to run away from you, as fast and as far as possible... oh.' The rain stopped. The Elk walks towards the young man and nudges the young man gently, gesturing that he should go on its back. 'You wanna take me out for a ride? Sure thing!' ------------------------------------------- __________________ -Imagine how beautiful the world would be if we could only do things for the first-and-last time. Imagine this is the last time you would ever be able to imagine. Imagine that. -Die Lust der Zerstörung ist gleichzeitig eine schaffende Lust. -...and god said Lx1,go! and there was light...