how quickly things disintegrate when you least expect it. a typo, a word mispoken, an insight, a glance, a gesture–each articulated exactly 3 seconds too late to be exchanged. setting off a spiral into calamity. How could this happen? you may ask. how can one fractal moment of bad timing wreak such havoc? there must be a way to correct it but you keeping run into walls trying to figure it out. there must be a way to redeem yourself. but it’s no longer in your control. there must be a way to regain control of the situation.

but that moment passed 3 seconds ago. that’s one of the hazards of living in linear time. you have to remind yourself that your curvilinear conceptions do not reflect outside of you. it’s rather humbling, isn’t it?