A frog placed in water that is gradually heated cannot sense the temperature change and boils to death.
The frog, in the water was not able to detect the changes that came from among the past, present, and future from within its own spatial image that was formed initially.
Meanwhile, I think of another frog that leaps onto the surface that gently rolls with heat bubbles and spreads a wide ripple, only to quickly jump out as it is startled by the temperature.
At this moment, the previous state of the boiling water is destroyed.
The interaction underwater affords the two frogs a window of self-reflection against each other which opens a channel that connects a place of definitive ends to a dynamic realm of ‘potential death’ and ‘potential survival’.
Likewise, a collision with another narrative leaves behind fragments of life moving toward death and more.
Chasing the past, savoring the present, and foretelling the future are all links of time given to us because we exist.
The world we live in is a space made up of waves where our links of time meet and interlock.
We exist in the space as we repeatedly pull, approach, push and step back from one another as though we are consonants and vowels of the alphabet.
Tiny words nestled in comedies and tragedies, or irregularities captured within a few phrases in short stories create dramatic illusions in our daily lives.
All the existent and their paths are potentiated with unpredictable power, therefore the saying, ‘although some things are good without, there is nothing to leave out.’
After wandering through space like dust, a star is born and irradiates authentic light as it self-annihilates.
Light from a star far beyond the reach of my evanescent time link is touching my skyline tonight.
The light between us comes to me carrying all of the traces left up until its arrival.