Puppet Town - Transit
Inertia as a state of mind. Mobility as an act of quiet, a pause between here and now. How we traverse our dots, in our minds, often has little to do with the ebb or flow of the bubble we inhabit. We see the world, but don’t ever see a perspective other than our own. We can’t. Yet, we and the world keep moving captive to the face of time which stares past us to its destination.
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