All round the day was going down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light–Al Stewart/Time Passages
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger,
then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget–David Bowie/Rock and Roll Suicide
With a shadow you can actually see time go by, but you can’t ever catch it.
I’ve got kind of a thing about shadows. It’s a time thing when I watch shadows like clouds passing overhead. It’s a reality thing when I watch shadows of people. Like time which is and is not.
Like a person who is and who is not.
They’re as real as anything else, I guess.
Or as unreal.
