Ten minutes ago, those ignorances, those unknown feelings, those joys and joys, those suspicions and secret hurts, those persistence and entanglements, those doubts were all crushed silently by the years, disappearing in some dull space on which bus on which circle line.
Ten minutes later, the world is stable and the years are quiet.
You and I will grow old in our time.
New pit: moving forward to the top
Intention: