“The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.”

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore


I can hear the past crashing behind me

great chunks of time peeling off

a giant chasm opening up

where my feet once trod

there is no turning back

with time propelling me

faster and faster into the future

as I grasp in desperation for the now

the past rumbling on my heels


what happens if I stop?

will the chasm swallow me?

will the past eat up my present and my future?

how long can I hover on the edge of a precipice

with no turning back?

the future beckons

just as relentless…