crash	movement, wincing, each step forward. measured. predicted, unfulfilled, what lay around the next bend? transformed. fractions, pieces, intolerable anxiety. where to sleep tonight? bags, baggage, encased treasures, or somebodies worthless garbage? relative being. in flux, high rates of energy expenditure per unit time. change. all is change. why isn't it ever easy? schedules. timetables. time per unit distance. space per unit time. stasis, a condition of spirit, not of physique. body breaks down when repeatedly faced with reverse-entropy. delay, explosive frustration, race to make the next connection. logistics. mapping. air molecules, charging past at 11 kilometers per minute, 305 meters per second a few centimeters from the scalp, while resting a throbbing head against the fuselage. sleep. motion is about hunting, momentary awareness that aids perception. watch how they move their heads when the scene changes out the window.
this series of text links and fragments was randomly distilled from a few years of possible psychic stasis and actual physical dynamism. the structure is imposed within a chaotic space, and may not lead you anywhere at all. it may keep you at home, surfing for a few more minutes. on the other hand, it may lead you to leave everything you have, everything that you care about, and never come back. walk out, walk away, checkin' out. it may not do that, either; it may just entertain you for one refresh cycle. or, later, you might be standing at the check-in counter and an internal tremor will scratch its way from tailbone to cranium, and then, even later, you walk down the boarding ramp to fly. time? don't have enough? can't find any? can't make some? what about taking or even stealing some, whether it is flying or crawling? if that doesn't work, just kill some. but, before that happens, maybe time just runs out on you. or you just run out of time.
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