Everyday, impatiently awaiting some unexpected instance when the time will slow and let me linger in a moment, when a second stretches out and yeilds, becomes a pliable fragment of the day to which clings tenuously the angst of encroaching minutes.

Everyday, a grain of sand slipping past another on its way to the abyss, where vacancy is substance in itself.

Everyday, a glimpse of perpetuity to flash before me in a subtle movement of the eye, a spark of inclination to remind me that tomorrows never wait.

#paris #france

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