I mused that time is not only a river, but a river that constantly breaks its banks so you must flee from it as it covers everything behind your back, flee into the future, empty-handed, dispossessed, as the river obliterates your footsteps with each stride you take, each time you pass from one moment to the next."

  • Jens Christian Gr√łndahl

    This is a magical description of time.

July 15, 2016 at 05:36AM
Source Whiskey River