sleep is on a sideways drift, out of the room, on its way through the cracks in the floorboards. Write this in sleeping clothes in the silence of the living room.
The bells outside sound for the half hour, two bells, six thirty three now three minutes later.
By the time it is written, it has changed. Ticking clocks talk of their work, lost accuracy such a long time later, time is passing, space moves differently.
What if one of the spatial dimensions behaved like time and time gave its coordinates to a position? Are they all just vectors?
Not now, in the silent sleeping house.
Time will function, and will it be understood if the vectors change their lengths?
Three bells.
Slow thinker.
Streets deserted.
No cars, no sound.
No, one passes in a nearby street, tyres arumble on the pavement. And another.
A loud noise.
The crow flies past the window in silence.
Humans are noisy.
A cat would be nice.
Sociable predator.
Get yesterdays cold coffee so that the sound of the grinder does not wake up the family.
The bells outside sound for the half hour, two bells, six thirty three now three minutes later.
By the time it is written, it has changed. Ticking clocks talk of their work, lost accuracy such a long time later, time is passing, space moves differently.
What if one of the spatial dimensions behaved like time and time gave its coordinates to a position? Are they all just vectors?
Not now, in the silent sleeping house.
Time will function, and will it be understood if the vectors change their lengths?
Three bells.
Slow thinker.
Streets deserted.
No cars, no sound.
No, one passes in a nearby street, tyres arumble on the pavement. And another.
A loud noise.
The crow flies past the window in silence.
Humans are noisy.
A cat would be nice.
Sociable predator.
Get yesterdays cold coffee so that the sound of the grinder does not wake up the family.
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