Sea, made of instants chained. Where to shelter impermanence
within its defenses? A threat, for sure. What about the permanent
affinity between light and mind, both a processing machine, of
particles, of thoughts? p. 12Impermanence, floating. Like how the body is weightless in water. Or that instant when an elevator jumps, and you are momentarily suspended in the air. Adnan continues:
Death drove fast through a black forest. Signs pointed to disaster.
Destiny behaved soft, terrified. Waves got transformed into
decapitated gelatinous bodies. In the shallows, temperatures fell.
Growths are curtailing the daylight. Despair is running free. p. 13In an interview here Roni Horn says, "Some people live in a virtual, in a headspace; I don't. I like to keep my feet in moving water."She also says, "The Thames is the urban river with the highest appeal to foreign suiciders."