Constants
The word for not changing is death
Perhaps that’s why there is so much confusion that comes with it. To be alive is to live with constant change, if only in the miniscule differences of each new passing second. To witness a lifetime of change halted in a second does not seem right or natural. And although I understand the reasons and the concept and the process, it feels incredibly foreign in my mind.
And for a second, I forget the world. I forget myself.
And I bear witness to one last change.