Seconds on a clock

The moment is so small that it makes bigger things happen. The moment has to happen now so it has an advantage. It insists on being like a second on a clock. It says, “Whatever the fuck you want, I’m going to make this next minute.”

I love pace. I see why it matters. I love compulsion. I see why it matters.

I love the parts that are compelled to work. And I love the parts that wait.

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