#баловство #trappedintheamberofthismoment
There I was: dropping to my knees on a busy street with a severe case of nosebleed and a vertigo to match the most daring of roller-coasters. An egocentric system within a geocentric system right in the center of the Universe. A point of absolute immobility among the spinning chaos of flagstones, people, buildings and stars. An axis to delight Archimedes himself, had he only gotten the chance to look at the world through the dancing lights in front of my eyes. An impact crater sending ripples through the fabric of reality, left with nothing but to wait for a returning echo. As fractal geometry revealed its features with every odd spin, I became the eye of the storm, watching out for both permanence and change. For what is one to do when one's body is failing but contemplate silently? They said it was genetics, weak veins and such, coupled with a passive lifestyle (not to mention all the coffee and smoking). And yet no amount of muscle strength could have shifted me from this point in time and space, forever affixed to a single location by right of birth and inevitability of death. No conscious effort could alter the way movement works for a given lonesome self: one can walk the roads of the Earth or take a plane or simply float above the pavement and wait for the planet to make another turn — you only get a quick glimpse of the thing that are thrown at you before they either zip past or strike you right in the heart. I watched tiny particles get ripped off from everything material, only to join the cosmic merry-go-round of concentric, pre-determined circles. I took the only choice a noble man gets once his vision finally becomes clear. I spread my arms and embraced the Universe flying at me.
There I was: dropping to my knees on a busy street with a severe case of nosebleed and a vertigo to match the most daring of roller-coasters. An egocentric system within a geocentric system right in the center of the Universe. A point of absolute immobility among the spinning chaos of flagstones, people, buildings and stars. An axis to delight Archimedes himself, had he only gotten the chance to look at the world through the dancing lights in front of my eyes. An impact crater sending ripples through the fabric of reality, left with nothing but to wait for a returning echo. As fractal geometry revealed its features with every odd spin, I became the eye of the storm, watching out for both permanence and change. For what is one to do when one's body is failing but contemplate silently? They said it was genetics, weak veins and such, coupled with a passive lifestyle (not to mention all the coffee and smoking). And yet no amount of muscle strength could have shifted me from this point in time and space, forever affixed to a single location by right of birth and inevitability of death. No conscious effort could alter the way movement works for a given lonesome self: one can walk the roads of the Earth or take a plane or simply float above the pavement and wait for the planet to make another turn — you only get a quick glimpse of the thing that are thrown at you before they either zip past or strike you right in the heart. I watched tiny particles get ripped off from everything material, only to join the cosmic merry-go-round of concentric, pre-determined circles. I took the only choice a noble man gets once his vision finally becomes clear. I spread my arms and embraced the Universe flying at me.
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