Overheard In Physics One Thursday
ooh! in a monospaced font the second to fifth lines form bricktext.
three months, two weeks, five days.
our seconds slipped away, together.
and when those years pass by again,
i'll think about the time we spent.
ignore this text this text does not existand pause
ignore this text this text does not existfor contemplation,
ignore this text this text does not existwasting seconds.
and then move on,
as my alotted era slowly passes by
in chunks of year-long seconds.
goddamn it this was meant to be about the compression of time by memory, why did it have to start being about death? I HATE YOU RIGHT BRAIN. or is it left? damn. I should have paid more attention at that tree of knowledge thing. And now both sections of my brain hate me. :(