I thought i knew what and who.
Who is What we are? what is who we are? But, in the minute it took me to figure out what that minute was, i was destroyed and then rebuilt.
Am i old if i have been exposed to what the world was for too long or am I young for having been exposed to what the world will be for as long as the world was? These words will one day be recovered by an archological team that does not understand our concept of time.
Time will be a structure, uncovered from the mud and earth and itself. It will rise in the middle of another civilization's skyscraper construction site and it will preserve itself as only time can, as proof that no concept can escape itself. And WE will live as no other humans ever have, in a world without time, in a world without ourselves, victims of our own concepts, heroes of our own design.
Until then, we create THIS, and wait for our work to be criticized by the OTHERS.
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