| Summary: | Everyone moves in a new momentum. At your every step, another echoes as the crowd moves in the same direction: forward. Everyone keeps to time. Everyone fills the space.
We constantly search for time. We constantly search for space. We lose both so easily with the way our lives rush past us, like the way we rush into crowds, keeping in time to everyone else's momentum. This momentum dispersed in such a small space breeds inconsideration.
Like agitated atoms, we move, colliding into each other. We agree that this is part of necessity. We need to move. We cannot stop. We need to go somewhere. We need to do something. We don't stop. There is no pause in the momentum. There is no gap in the space.
We need time. We need space.
We don’t need inconsideration.
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