In the short leaping space that bridges one moment to the next, I realized I should have left my feet on the ground. Danger was in forward motion, not staying put. Apocalyptic possibilities only became imminent as I proceeded.
Physicists theorize that our notion of ‘time passing’ is inaccurate. Existing once is existing forever.
And maybe I could have stayed back there, in the moment before, when this moment was only the future – not a slope of time cascading. Now, I am slipping down.
I passed the point of no return. I saw it in nothing-space below, before I landed here.
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